I can’t believe it’s been two weeks since my last post. I’ve been in a terrible depression over my grapefruit tree. John asked me if it would be okay to cut it back. We walked outside; he pointed to one stray branch toward the bottom. “That’s the only one that will come off the bottom; I swear,” he said. “The top will be trimmed into a giant puff ball,” he said. ”You’ll love it,” he said. You know where this is going, right? His tree trimmers came in and maimed my tree! I feel bad even looking at it, like it’s naked and it doesn’t want me to look.
The giant puff ball has been deflated. Now John’s scrambling and repeating, “It’ll fill in in no time.” Well, will it fill in before my orchid takes a nose dive out of it’s pot to escape the now unrelenting glare of direct sunlight?
With so few branches for shade, it’s officially on suicide watch…and the lights, mirrors and random black wire? They fared far worse than the orchid. The lights were snipped, the mirrors were cut away as compost, and what did this black wire do???
Really, we have no idea what that black wire did. Oh well, we’ll deal with that bill some other time. Here’s my guy in his heyday all dressed up and ready to throw a grapefruit.
And here is the last surviving decoration - one small mirror circa my Garden Spells craze.
OH, the horror.