Years ago, seemingly in another lifetime, when The Happy Family lived in Oxford, Mississippi, a food article in the Oxford Eagle touted a jelly made from kudzu blossoms to be the most flavorful ever to be contrived in the South. I'd have to put on hip waders and carry several firearms to harvest five gallons of blossoms for a single batch of jelly but that's neither here nor there. The article held one key phrase never forgotten: elephants in the kudzu.
It doesn't take much of a vivid imagination to notice them. I've seen all manners of elephants ever since; babies, juveniles, adults; some with vine trunks raised to the tops of trees; others walking single file, trunk to tail.
Mostly they're lumbering through the heat and humidity, as if trying to grow their way back home to Asia. Herds of them exist around every curve, up and down hills, hiding in ravines. They trudge their way to the road, growing offspring along the way.
It is a deceptively slow march they make but if you're watching, progress can be seen on a weekly basis. Their strength is in numbers. The South is inundated with forests of the verdant pachyderms.
Sometimes I even think I hear their trumpeting calls, communicating to the herd over the hill, "We're almost there!" Bless their hearts. I hope they take the snakes with them when they grow home...
