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From Hell it came….

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Moving around the corner of the house with the husband’s new toy….

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More shrubbery was tamed. (Yes, I’m aware we’re missing a few shutters. They’re in the garage, where they’ve been since they blew off the house 4 years ago. That’s how long I’ve been bugging the husband to put them back up. 😖 )

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And in the other corner?

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The flowering quince bush from Hell. I annually curse whoever planted this abomination of a plant.

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Every year we wack it down.

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And every year it grows back up to the roofline. If we let it go unchecked? I believe it would swallow the house in one gulp.

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It’s pretty when it blooms, and yes….

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It produces (inedible) quince fruit, but it’s an utter nightmare the rest of the year. Did I mention the beast is also full of thorns? Good times when you have to gather it up, stuff it in a garden cart and haul it down to the woods, over and over again.

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The woods that are wayyyy down there. At times it seemed like the trimming would never end.

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But we finally got it down to the last few branches.

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Before….

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And many sweaty hours after….

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Is it pretty? No.

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Heck, with the husband wielding the trimmer it isn’t even straight. But it’s smaller… and we can see out the windows again.

That’s a win when battling demonic shrubbery.

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A new toy.

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The husband came home with a new toy last weekend.

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And before I knew it or could grab a good before picture…

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He’d trimmed an unruly hedge.

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And moved on to the next.

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These bushes can get out of hand quickly, and I trim them every fall. The husband always gave me Hell for bringing the trimmer in the office and cutting from an open window, but it was the only way I could reach. He ranted about how dangerous it was, how much of a mess it made…. and for years on end told me it wasn’t necessary.

You know where I’m going with this right?

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Yes.

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Once again I was proved right.

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And trimming through the open office window commenced.

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But the shrubbery was nicely shaped so I didn’t rub it in.

Well, not much.

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