Hey Mom,
Another week has flown by. With working from home, the weeks just fly by – yes, we’re STILL working from home. We will be in this structure for the unforeseeable future. My guess, it will be for the remainder of the year at least. I’d be surprised if the contrary were true.
The one bad thing about working from home, it gives me just enough time to explore what’s F’d up inside my house and in my yard. The house, and it’s unsatisfactory appearance from my perspective is killing me. I’m never satisfied, I could probably live in a 5 star resort and still want that shit to be upgraded.
Lately, I’ve taken notice that I now have ample time to devote more attention to landscaping. This is dangerous, because every nook and cranny I see outside, I think deserves the company of a shrub of some sort. I’m thinking I have a serious problem. I’m becoming a hoarder in serious need of an intervention – you know, like a crack addict. And, in case you were wondering, the answer is “Nope”, I haven’t set foot in Home Depot, Lowes or any nursery selling plants since February or before. Amazon is my drug. I order all my plants online through Amazon. They are fabulous. They are price-friendly.
Funny story. About 2 weeks ago, I was in a quandary while doing yard work. At that point, I had enough plants in the yard. I know this because it was getting a little crowded – so crowded that mowing the lawn while navigating the thicket was becoming as arduous as trying to get out of quicksand. Immediately after I realized every spot had finally been accounted for, I turned around and noticed I had two little bonus saplings from an Amazon delivery days prior. They had yet to be planted. I had forgotten about those little bastards.
The only reasonable thought that came to mind, “What the fuck am I going to do with those?”
So after much deliberation between discarding them or saving them, I did what any other industrious arborist would do, I planted them in Potomac Crossing’s common area next to my house. The impetus was selfish: for my years of enjoyment outside my window as they mature. I have no idea what they are, but it’ll be just my luck they are giant 240 foot Sequoias or Redwoods.
I’m not too concerned though, I’ll have help. I’ll get Dad to bring his chainsaw over to help me take those monsters down (I’ll hold the ladder). Besides, I could lean on his experience from taking down those Poplar trees a few moons ago.
That’s all for now.
Luv,
Kev
