The house we bought in East Texas has shrubs, shrubs and more shrubs. I hate shrubs. They need trimming a lot more than I want to trim. And, because these have been here for awhile, some are about as tall as I am.
When the weather cools down and I get inspired, I see a chainsaw in the future of some of the shrubs. If my financial controller doesn’t catch me, it is possible that the entire crop may just disappear. Of course if I do that, she will insist that I replace them with some more. I don’t know one shrub from another, although I have bought several over the years. Since the blame things are for decoration anyway, I may plant roses. I like roses. All you have to do is put them in the ground with some natural fertilizer and keep them watered when they need it. Sure you have to trim them, but not nearly as often as those dang shrubs.
So I have a plan. Wait until spring. Buy a bunch of roses. Get some real fertilizer.
The tricky part may be to find a cow with diarrhea.
PMO
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