Here is a great singer/songwriter to go with this post.
I came home to the farm this week and what did I find? In preparation of re-doing the deck, my husband decided to 'trim the hedge', a job I have always done. I planted these boxwoods more than twenty years ago and they were huge. Imagine my shock at seeing this and it looks so much worse than this picture.
My God, I told him. Did you use a chainsaw? No he said, the hedge trimmer, though our trimmer wouldn't cut through a twig larger than a 1/4inch and some of these are two inches in diameter. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
You can see through them and I doubt they will ever grow back on the house side. He said they were all dead inside and I told him they always are; they grow from the outside.
In thirty years, I would have had a beautiful landscape of plants and gardens - that is if it were not for the husband's weed eater, herbicides and burning. At the city house he is not to touch anything as I have hired a garden and lawn crew. I still haven't figured out the watering system, but will, somehow.
The refrigerator is on the fritz too. The new ones now are expensive and computerized. The ice maker and filtered water system has gone out and I don't know who I'll find to fix it at the farm.
My husband catches raccoons and opossums in a cage as they eat all the animals' feed. I've asked him not to do it in the garage or patio as it makes such a mess when they try to get out. He caught a skunk. My patio still stinks whenever I walk out the door.
Me, I'm heading back to the city soon. It is not fun keeping up two houses.