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.
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.