Ignore for a moment the tree falling through the photo. I couldn’t find a better picture.
This is our house. Yes, those window-pane-painted garage doors need to go, but that’s a topic for another day. Today, I want to talk about those trees. Shrubs. Whatever.
I like them. They remind me of really big bonsai trees. They’ve been there forever. They’re alive. They don’t grow too fast so they won’t reach those power lines anytime soon. They provide a shady spot where I can sit with a cold beverage and watch the dogs play. But okay, they are a little out of control.
My husband does not like them. When we get out of the cars, we have to fight through branches that are encroaching on the driveway. He wants to cut them down and replace them.
I grew up in the desert, something that defines my perspective more than I ever realized. Desert girl rules:
You don’t cut down things that grow, especially those that haven’t required great efforts on your behalf.
If it grows and flowers — and is somewhat pretty — it’s not a weed, it’s a wildflower.
Grass takes great effort (to keep it growing).
Despite directions to plant things in “full sun,” nothing should ever be planted in Full Sun. Ever. Poor tomato plants.
Gardens are very difficult (since everything withers and dies).
My husband, however, grew up in East Tennessee, a much different (and more humid) part of the country. Southern man rules:
If it grows, be ready to cut it down.
If you cut it down, it’ll always grow back.
Things that touch your head mean “ticks!” (Well, if that argument suits what you want.)
Grass takes great effort (to keep it mowed).
Gardens are very easy (as long as you keep encroachment to a minimum).
I’ve offered to go along with the “cut them down” plan as long as the replacements are symmetrical and provide shade. No bushes, no shrubbery, no tall grasses. Of course, now he’s decided it’s not worth the bother, but he still hates them.
So… what would you do? Trim them back? Replace them entirely? Anybody know what they are?
Unrelated (except to the title): last night I killed a spider and a bunch of babies, then I felt bad all night. I was reading in bed and she climbed over the edge of the mattress. Yeow!! As I stepped on her bazillion babies, she tried to run away and I smushed her. Only once my heart stopped racing did I realized I could have spared her by carrying her outside or merely opening a window. The babies had to go (sorry, can’t abide forty spiders, you know?) but I could have at least let her go. *sigh*