Well, actually not Pauline, but me. I pruned the bejeezes out of a reasonably good looking hedge on Tuesday. The morning glory vines had wound there way up to the top and were weaving their insidious way into the apple tree. It pissed me off.
I don't think I meant to hack the host shrub to its ankles (so to speak), but once I started pruning, I quickly passed the point of no return. LBB told me it looked like a crazy person had got loose in our yard. Sadly, I think he may be onto something.
Really I just get so frustrated trying to accomplish anything. No task ever seems complete. I nearly finished the fireplace and then those damned Chimney Swifts arrived. (Remind me to tell you about The Visitation sometime.)
When I started toying with the notion of this blog I thought it would be about what is wrong with OTHER people, but at the moment it seems to be more about what's wrong with ME!
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