My yard work assignment this morning was to lop off the frond tips of one of our Yucca plants. This I did carefully.
This difficult trimming project was not intended to enhance its thousand charms but rather to blunt its thousand swords. These sharp projectiles lay in silent wait for me to bump one of them as I worked my way around the plant. Bump them I did, too. Closeup these many green spikes camouflaged themselves as one beautiful green bouquet. As I reached in to snip off one frond, another one would pierce my hand. I could have worn gloves, which would have kept me safer, yet the job called for dexterity, which would have been reduced by gloves. I yelled and raised my stabbed hand so Steve could appreciate my work.
I’m inside now writing this post, and Steve is still outside slaving away in the yard, but he doesn’t feel like a slave, because he loves doing it. He tells me this all the time.
In the photo Steve is moving rocks from a rock garden that once was an attractive part of the landscape. As the passage of time, rain, watering, and sunshine did their parts, the Little John hedge planted around it grew until the rocks were no longer visible. Now they are an obstacle to trimming the hedge. Who would have thought? People that do yard work are not necessarily landscapers. We learn as we go along and do our best.
Ouch! You need to be so careful when trimming the Yuuca’s. So glad you made it out safe. 🙂 Blessings for a wonderful weekend.
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You are right about that. I am glad that the job is done, if for no other reason than our safety. When I had to pull weeds underneath it, I was getting stabbed every time. Thanks for your comment. Blessings to you for a good weekend, too. Is it Friday? Yes!
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My husband always complained about trimming yuccas. We had a few cacti varieties in our yard, but I think he dug them up (and I didn’t stop him 🙂 ) You’re right though, yard maintenance can be a learning process… sometimes things don’t ‘grow’ how we thought the would!
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All cacti have those nasty spikes that poke and stab. I can see why you wouldn’t weep over the loss of them. We have quite a variety of them. I’m really in a learning position. Steve has been doing this for many years. I haven’t done it since my early years in Ohio and Michigan. Gardening is not the same in every place. Arizona has its own special kind of vegetation and its own beauty. Blessings to you, Janna…
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Spring has finally sprung in our neck of the woods. It is fun to work outside, isn’t it? Thanks for visiting over at my place the other day…
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My visit to your place was my pleasure. Thank you for stopping by here as well. It’s fun to work outside, yes. In AZ one needs to start out very early in the morning before the sizzling heat begins to warm the air. We set our alarm at 4:00 am. We don’t go outside until the sun rises. Blessings to you…
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My mom got stuck by Yucca once. They do not play nice!
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No, Yucca plays a mean game. Their swords need to be blunted for sure! Blessings to you, Patti…
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