“Who the hell knows what’s gonna happen to them? Nobody! Isn’t that comforting?”
~ Elaine Stritch
clean sweep
My neighbor had a hedge of honeysuckle that stretched from our houses to the sidewalk. He never trimmed it. By last summer it had reached 13-15 feet high. I couldn’t see anything to the East when the leaves were full. I got no morning sun, limiting growth in the front yard. The overflowing pollen turned my blue porch green for weeks in spring. For seven years it had been this way. Last fall I finally came up with an idea. I offered to remove the honeysuckle and replace it with a real hedge of burning bushes, which I would also keep trimmed. It was an offer he couldn’t refuse. Annie Bassoni lent a hand, and today we removed the hedge. “My, my, my,” he said, after most of the stumps were gone. “What do you think? Doesn’t it look great?” I asked. “My, my,” he replied. He didn’t really say much more. Meanwhile, the neighbors across the street were thrilled. It was totally worth the work. It helped me and my neighbor, and I got to spend time with friends. I call that a win.
after, before, in-between
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