Planting a Cuban buttercup should not be taken lightly. It’s proving to be a lifelong commitment, and although its vibrant yellow flowers are appealing, I’m feeling stuck in a relationship I can’t get out of. I’ve tried to break it off with my Cuban lover on several occasions, but it refuses to take a hint no matter how many times I uproot it.
Love certainly is fickle. Back in September of last year I felt differently, “Its resilience is both fascinating and lovable.” Fascination has now twisted into intrusion, and lovable has turned clingy. I was already feeling suffocated by this relationship when a buttercup bush sprouted through the brick pavers and pushed me over the edge.
Its persistence, in this moment, is frustrating. This buttercup plant has muscled its way through hibiscus, crotons, and now bricks. And it seems to grow 0 to 24″ overnight! I normally wince when I have to cut or pluck something with flowers on it, but there was no remorse plucking this buttercup. It’s gone for now, but I’ve accepted the fact that this won’t be our last garden rendezvous. Until next year, my Cuban mistress.
