An old friend who now lives in a place called Jocotepec told me: Those things will get away from you.
He was from Florida, so he knew.
But banana trees lend an exuberant, tropical air to any home, so I ignored him and planted them in two separate spots. Later, I took an offspring of one of the originals and planted it in a third spot.
Note that I mentioned an offspring. Babies are what banana trees do best.
They are bunnies.
I now have three monster stands of banana trees which, in the wet summertime, deliver as expected. Tropical and exuberant.
Then winter comes.
The merest hint of a freeze turns tropical and exuberant into brown and dead. So the more numerous and taller your banana trees, the bigger mess you have on your hands in winter.
I have no gardener, and some of the banana trees exceed 20 feet in height. But something must be done because earlier this week we had two overnight freezes, and the banana trees reacted accordingly.
Something must be done, and it’s not just the banana trees. The datura reacts to freeze almost as poorly as the bananas do, and I have two sizable datura bushes that recently bloomed.
So it’s time for The Winter Cut. This is a gradual process because the work is much, and the man is old and lazy.
I have initiated a new procedure. Each day I whack a little, and I wheelbarrow it to the back patio, out of sight, and I toss the detritus into a pile, a pile which will become a mountain.
When the mountain approaches Himalayan proportions, I’ll find a fellow with a truck, and I will pay him to take it to the municipal dump.
Lesson learned: Listen to old men who live in Jocotepec.