This is not a blogpost about pubic hair. That would be my fellow blogger Damned If I Know Her Name's: My Pubic Hair. No, it has come to my attention as I've rambled around The Forest City (its nickname, not mine) that Savannah has a certain fascination with the horticultural equivalent of pubies, the Creeping Fig. To the Latin it is ficus pumila. To the Savannahian, it is something to be trimmed, kept in check (If not, it can cover a three or four story building within a matter of years. You have been warned). Something to be admired by those lucky enough to chance a glance. Witness a very nicely shaped example:
Here is Elsie describing her handling of the stuff that wants to get where you don't want it to get (from Southern Living). “I trained it into a rectangle first, but it looked blah, so I added the arch on top, sketching my shape with chalk,” she says. “Mistakes were easy to correct with a squirt from the hose.”
To keep the shit looking good, Elsie says, “shear it like a sheep.” Other folks may prefer theirs more natural and loose. “At first, I groomed three times a year; now it takes six,” she adds. The older this stuff is, the faster it grows."
Elsie also recommends using box cutters for good straight lines.
Here's Elsie's thang now:
Now, don't even get me started on Vajazzles. Swarovski Crystals for le place d'intime. Yeah. Also, our ficus pumila, is once again heading northward after a long, hot bikini summer.
PS I absolutely did not photoshop the middle image. Ty Ty Nursery at its finest. More to come.