This morning about 8:00am my wonder spouse woke up (I was already half awake) and said that we should go outside while it was still cool and trim the bushes all around the house. He reminded me of my mother who was a big believer in getting gardening done "in the cool of the morning."
This urge to trim bushes was probably my fault because a week or so ago I had mentioned that the bush visible from one of our breakfast nook windows was getting pretty ragged looking and needed trimming. I even went so far as to say that if he trimmed the bush (singular) I would rake up the leaves and branches that he lopped off. Silly me, I assumed that this was one of those jobs that he routinely hired someone to do, like mowing the lawn and shoveling the snow.
Not so. He pulled out the power trimmer and the long orange extension cord, showed me where the rakes were hanging, told me to put all the debris I raked up in the big garbage bin, and got to work. It was cool, 74 degrees, and shady when we started work. We worked diligently for over two hours, admired our finished product, then went in to clean up and have our breakfast.
By the happiest of coincidences, just as we were enjoying our coffee, the man who does mow our lawn showed up. By the time he had finished mowing, any bits of debris I might have left behind were chewed up and sucked up by the mower.
It all looks very nice now, and I'm glad we did it, but in the future I'm going to think very carefully before I suggest any other home improvement projects.
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