As a newly non-employed-outside-the-home baby boomer, I have a hard time sitting still. It's just not in my nature, guys. I am a doer. I have always been a doer. So, whilst I was sitting on the veranda at daybreak, my Vermont (we're going there on Monday - more about that later) Moose coffee cup in hand, I was surveying the shrubs that flanked the porch. Two on either ends are nandina - you know what those are, right? Well, I had pruned them before and it occurred to me they looked like two broccoli spears standing upright. Not at all the image I wanted to convey in my Southern brick (which pretends to be a New England saltbox dwelling) house. I called my husband to get his thoughts on what I was about to do - which is to CUT THOSE SUCKERS down. Of course, being the good husband he is, he said 'do it'. (remember, I'm the doer). So I did it. I got the pruners, the keyhole saw, my trusty garden gloves, and I commenced hacking away. Now They are gone, but stubble remains - for hubby to take out when he comes home with his 'descendents of Roman God' muscles (did I tell you he's Italian? He's EYETALIAN!!)
He's gotten pretty used to my starting things and he finishes them. That's why I'm the brains of the operation. HE is the brawn! I should have taken pictures before and after, but was too eager. From now on, I will post what I write about so you can see what I'm doing. A diary, if you will.
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