Beneath the small caves in my home place, Burleson Mountain everyone knows, the rich greenery that abundantly grows. Rocks, buildings, fences, the fields; a smothering vine with no special appeal.
Visitors to the land are amazed at how it frames the caves; to a southerner it is like a pest that will not go away. The vine attaches itself to anything; it 88is not particular it does not care a thriving sort that grows everywhere.
Worthless, you cannot eat it; it is never big enough to give you a shade. Yet it does have its own beauty as its greenery cascades over the side of the rocky cliff below the caves. It adds beauty to the tops of tarpaper shacks; entwines the cotton stalk a problem for pickers with a sack on his back.
People who live where the Kudzu grows have made their peace with this dark green neighbor, they understand. It is deep-rooted deep in the south’s history, when you think of Kudzu…you think of Dixie Land.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Kudzu is not a southerners friend. It’s like the shadows of evening melting into the Eastern sky. It has no practical use, maybe it does as it hangs around forever covering anything that does not move. Maybe there is one good use, Kudzu Root Benefits. Kudzu root has been given the honor of helping reduce the painful effects of a hangover, though it seems that if overused, it could be more harmful than good. However, studies have shown that it may help reduce alcoholism