Outdoor Nesting?

Remember when I trimmed the trees?

Well.

Today I was sitting out on the deck in the sunshine watching the little boys play in the sandbox while Gemma napped. I noticed one of the limbs on the tree beside me was stripped of it's leaves because of small children and their inability to resist the urge to swing from low hanging branches. I should have just turned my head and looked the other way, but it was driving me crazy. So I got the trimmer out.

Now mind you, this year I am informed on how to use a tree trimmer properly. I now realize that it extends. I now realize I can shear off small branches with a quick yank of a rope. I have upgraded my skills. So I trimmed that little branch right off. But then something overtook me. I became a crazy woman who could not stop herself from trimming just a little more here and just a little more there. And look at the branch, it does not need to be there. Either does that one. My perennials underneath could use a little more light.

And then I remembered the tree up front and how it had some pretty low hanging branches too so I started hacking on that one. Pretty soon I was standing shin deep in greenery. Hey, the trees look great now. You can't tell me I don't put on a good show for the neighbors. If it's not small toddlers running around the yard in their duct taped diapers, it's a crazed pregnant woman chopping down trees. "Free entertainment" should be a big selling point for any prospective home buyers on our street.

If you were a bunny hiding in the bushes you would have heard me say "Quick boys, help Mommy get these branches cleaned up before your dad gets home." It's not that he's not going to notice the small forest now piled up on our unplanted garden, it's just that I want him to see the quality of my handiwork before the mess. I'm sure he will be impressed. Maybe he will just roll his eyes at my antics. What can I say, I'm addicted to pruning.