Love trimming the hedges, it feels like I’m sculpting large blobs of green clay with a large electric pallete knife.
From a bush or two I sit, catch my breath, look around, slide inside for to read a page or two, click around the laptop just a bit, go pull the laundry out of one white machine and toss it into another, do a bit of the bookwork, grunt again at the broken pc, and wander back outside again.
I love trimming the hedges. And this year I haven’t yet cut through the cord.
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