Here in Kentucky, Kudzu is an evasive plant. As a child, seeing it over trees and signs always made me feel as if I was exploring ancient ruins deep in a jungle. I also remember playing in the woods and the matted vines were kind of like a trampoline - only no high bouncing. In Japanese and Chinese culture, kudzu is revered as one of the seven sacred flowers of fall. So I thought I would look for a positive use for kudzu in my area and came across recipes for jelly made from kudzu flowers.
Here are my attempts with kudzu (None with a sacred feeling)
eating sandwiches
atop boulder in woods
kudzu encroaches
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boundless sea of green
landscape overcome
kudzu gone rampant
abandoned building
scene mimics mayan ruins
kudzu vines in fall
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grape scented blossoms
ocean of purple and green
kudzu jelly time
