There he is trimming the Blue Fan Palm again. After he spent three hours on the palm, he cut up the Little John bush the cactus killed as it crashed to the ground. Multiplication is Steve’s best mathematical skill. He multiplies his doctor’s orders by three each day. If one hour is allowed, three is better. I guess that’s how it goes. As soon as he finished the outside work, he came inside and began the flooring project again.
My part of the gardening work today was trimming another Yucca bush. I thought it looked fine without being trimmed. It had very tall stalks shooting upward. They looked like Christmas tree decorations. (I should have taken a photo of it before I cut them off.) I could picture the beautiful baubles and beads draped over a Christmas tree, if the stems were not so stiff. Steve says they were flowers. Flowers? Brown flowers? With balls and little ornaments? Arizona desert plants are strange compared with the kind I was used to seeing in Ohio, Michigan, Tennessee, Florida, and Texas. Arizona is a mystery. I keep learning more about it as life happens here in this arid southwestern state of the USA.
Now Steve is painting. What happened to flooring? Go figure. I am mesmerized by the boundless energy that makes this guy of mine sprint from one job to another nonstop. (He has corrected me. He is not painting; he is plastering.) Steve is a blessing to me. God is good.