The Grand Girls love to be outdoors. GG #1 was so eager to get outside Wednesday morning that she grabbed a handful of cereal for breakfast, put on her rubber boots, and headed out the door.
“I want to see the sun through the trees,” she explained. She was talking about that magical moment when the rising sun streams light through the trees creating a spotlight on the forest floor. While we sat in the woods in awe of God’s artwork, we spent several minutes trying to describe it, but words can’t capture that beam of light, photos of which are sometimes used to remind us of the light of the world.
Before we got to that place Wednesday, she drove the ATV down a path bordered by blackberry briers, loaded with green and red berries not yet ripe for picking, and tall clusters of Queen Anne’s lace.
We passed a clump of dying limbs and fading pink flowers. “Daddy cut that down,” GG#2 explained, adding, “He said it was a weed tree.”
He was right. It was a mimosa. The scourge of the southern landscape.
Also called the pink silk tree, it had been so beautiful the week before. The Grand Girls and grandpa and I had oohed and aahed when we noticed that the tree had blossomed. GG#1 drove the ATV close to a limb so I could grab it and break off one of the pink fringes that make the tree look like it belongs in the wacky art of Dr. Seuss.
Pink flowers – that don’t really look like flowers but like decorative trim to sew on curtains or throw pillows – stand out against lacy green leaves that look more like a fern than a tree leaf. From a distance, a mimosa is a bright spot in the landscape. Close up, also beautiful.
That first impression is deceptive.
The pink fringes don’t hold up. At first picking, they are soft and feathery with a pleasant scent but without real substance. In a few minutes, they are limp.
The mimosa is invasive – a tree to keep out of your yard and your field and your roadside. The seed pods are not just messy in the landscape but toxic to livestock.
At first, it looks beautiful, almost breathtaking with its unusual flowers and leaves.
Not a tree for the ages, it quickly reaches its peak and then starts to die. It seeds freely, sprouting up to compete with native plants and shading plants that need sun. “Be mindful of mimosa seeds,” horticulturalists say.
Sometimes, we have experiences like that. Something looks so enticing, so beautiful that we want to have more of it. We plant it, embrace it, and then live to regret it.
Not everything that looks beautiful is desirable. In the long term, it may wilt and smell bad. If we could detect the first growth and snip it in the bud, as Barney Fife said on the Andy Griffith show, we wouldn’t have to get the chain saw and do major cutting
It’s a hard lesson, but sometimes, we have to cut down the weed tree in our lives.