My Dear One was raised around farms and by parents who garden and can veggies, fruits and meat. He got the green thumb.
Me, I'm allergic to all things outdoors.
So when we need to landscape, plant, mow or weed those jobs fall to him.
This past weekend, bushes being torn out was the business for the day.
To aid the process, my dear one tied a steel cable around the base of the largest bush and attempted to pull it out using his truck. The front end of the truck was lifting off of the ground and the bush was barely budging.
Plan B: Call in the boys; those manly teens and twenty something of ours. As the boys worked away at the roots my hubby went in the back yard to man the grill. When he came to check on the work in progress and found 3 of the 5 bushes out of the ground so quickly, his first comment was, "It's nice to be in management!"
The guys did a great job removing the rest of the bushes and cleaning up the mess.
Now I get to sit back, once again, and watch as they transform to the yard with new plants and flowers.
Have at it, guys!
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