Yesterday when I rounded the corner onto my street
I came upon Mr. Fix-it with his weed wacker and a
trailer full of what used to be two bushes-I don’t know
what kind- I just know they were green and wild looking.
In the springtime the wisteria about crushes them.
I loved the way they looked.
I went bonkers. I hollered out from the car, he did not
hear me. I yelled from the garage and stomped across
the yard crying , why did you do this.?
He does this every few years he calls it pruning!
I know what it is. But it makes me fiercely angry, and
so beside myself for those bushes.
Early this spring when it would not quit raining I was able
to salvage some of the water logged peonies and vase them.
I did not get to the bushes in time- they will have to grow
back on their own. And I know they will…
