We weren't expecting the lawn guys on Monday. Especially a holiday Monday. The edging around the out of control pampas grass surrounding the mailbox was most appreciated. In fact, I even toyed with the idea of running the phrase "dig it all up - go ahead and kill it" through an online translator and yelling the results out the window.
"!Alto!" would have been better. While we were relishing the control of the pampas grass, the lawn guy was 'cultivating' the front garden that Fran has been working on for many weeks. The big plants are sort of unscathed but the seedlings...well, we can hope that there is enough life left that something will come of them. Oy, I'm having flashbacks to the afternoon when I found two landscapers crouched down, deftly plucking my little ornamental khales. The ones that had managed to survive the attack of the bunnies. Now compassion for laborers forced to work on a national holiday has changed to resentment and speculation about their passive-aggressive work style. They lawn guys are contracted thru the homeowners association, so we have no say on who, when, why or how. Unless maybe we went to the association meetings. Highly unlikely.
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