A fixture of Georgia landscapes for my entire life, kudzu softens the shapes of outbuildings and transforms trees into odd topiaries. Its vines climb utility poles on both sides of our highways, stretching out DaVinci-like fingers trying to touch above the road traffic. On the fence behind Auntie's clothesline, a tendril of kudzu grew five inches from the morning when I'd hang out wet washing 'til the afternoon when it was dry. Some call kudzu the "Santa Claus vine," saying it will come down your chimney.
My nephew asked his mom to buy a packet of Jack-and-the-Beanstalk seeds for her garden, which she discovered in the nick of time was kudzu.
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