Front of the house, with stump, pecan, something behind it that I'm keeping for now, vastly overgrown crape myrtle, miscellaneous volunteer trees, and a Texas sage that is staying because it's so pretty when it blooms. Even though I'm probably allergic to it.
This the second crape myrtle.
And after its haircut.
This is a dwarf Burford holly, and it's getting trimmed and shaped.
Au revoir, Stumpy. It was great while it lasted.
The guys pitched my little planter. I made them put it back.
This is the front of the house now, with all of the trash trees gone.
This is that little crape myrtle bush that was hiding behind the pecan tree in the second picture
OK, I'm done. Night, y'all.
- Five years into widowhood, after one year of incredible happiness and nearly 14 years of single blessedness. Have given up perfect manicures and pretty hands in order to resume playing the soprano recorder and to see if I can figure out how to play bluegrass banjo. Singing in the shower. Still really, *really* love to knit!