Many decades ago, my mother planted Yucca's. Small catuses that looked nice for several years. As the years moved into decade 2, they had (the yuccas) traveled way past orginal planting points-multipled and gotten way bigger. And the care-maintaining of the little critters was akin to eating tin foil, while putting needles under your finger nails.
So Mumsy decided that the yuccas had to go. So, she, me, Pooba (my dad) and others spent many-many days-weeks-months attacking the yuccas. Shovels, axes, rakes and many garden tools managed to almost de-yucca the front and back yard. This process took several years. Time warp to April 2010, and the big boom, followed by the caving-in and rebuilding. Time warp to last week and while visiting my sister (now living in our rebuilt home) we look down in the yard and see a small yucca plant. AAAHHH. The house blew up was on fire and a new foundation poured. The yuccas live on as does our Mumsy.
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