I realized tonight that clover is like cats. When a clover patch is little, it's cute, like a tiny kitten. Such a sweet little grouping of attractive green petals among the grass! So sweet!
Then it grows up into a cat. I mean, a patch of large clover. With big ugly white clover flowers. And gigantic clovers that take over your flowers and grass. And tremendous root systems -- I had no idea they were that tenacious. Wow. Just like a cute little kitten growing up to be an ugly, obnoxious, dinner-wrecking, door-clawing, sleep-ruining stupid cat, the cute little clovers turn into aggressive less-cute thugs. So, out it goes. Goodbye clover, at least in the flower beds. I suspect you're in the lawn for good. Like my cat, who also refuses to get old.
If I ever have to name a cat again (and I hope like hell I don't), I'm naming it clover.
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