and then prune the HELL out of your crepe myrtle tree. I mean, really go to town. And when you're done with that? Attack the lantana. For a moment there, in the midst of my joyful lopping, I felt a bit like Joan Crawford in Mommy Dearest, but I'll be damned if I didn't feel better afterward.
On a completely different note, would you like some pecans?
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I love my loppers. But go easy on the trees - just say no to crepe murder.
She gets prettier every day.
I didn't mean that in a bad way. I meant, you know what I meant.
I would take ANYTHING from that sweet little child.
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