Call my shrubberies lollipops, tell ya why...
My husband Niks and I came home from having lunch out with friends to find that our yard guy, Tyrone, had been here. Tyrone makes lollipops and squares. That's it. That Tyrone. Lollipops and squares are his entire repertoire. Well, maybe the one boxwood is getting sorta pointy, but that might not be entirely on purpose.
I think when Ty needs a few bucks in the summer when we haven't had enough rain to make the grass grow a lot, he just drops in on his various customers and shares his lollipoping talents with them. Even if the bushes don't actually need to be trimmed. He does have two guys working for him, and they hafta make a livin'. One of them has two teeth. A tooth takes a little upkeep. Multiply that by two, and well, you can see the guys have to stay busy.
As usual he even squared off the Azalea and Rhododen bushes. Of course they had already set buds and should not be trimmed. Somehow this never keeps them from not having plenty of blooms in the spring.
If you are wondering why I keep Tyrone in spite of his
(2) He's never killed anything. Not even a weed. (3) He clears our drive and walk of snow in the winter. So I just enjoy the snow. (4) I don't like to sweat, so I'm not doin' any of this stuff. (5) He works right through hunting season. Rakes those pine needles all fall. Now if you live in South Central PA, you know that laboring men disappear during hunting season. You'd think the rapture had come and taken them. Not our Ty. 'Course maybe he's a big ol' sinner and won't be taken in the rapture, but ... (6)He cleans up real nice. Sweet blue eyes.
Everything always grows back anyway. And sometimes if we're here when he comes to do trimming we laugh so hard watching him throwing that buzz saw around, we figure we ought to pay him just for the entertainment.
Oh! To all those who suggested that we just eat out all the time during the kitchen revamp: trust me, my stove asks for ID whenever I approach it.