It was bound to happen. A new member of a carefully adamantly warned lawn and clean-up crew went nuts with his string trimmer. I didn’t catch him totally on time. I abhor string trimmers and gas powered garden tools in general. I really dislike when my instructions aren’t followed. I like the mess. I don’t want my gardens to look like a nuclear winter in winter. DAMN. At least I didn’t take it out on the foreman who apologized and reconfirmed that I didn’t want anything cut back–I can do that myself thank you very much.
Monday 45 | A Year of Mondays