today i wielded a pair of pruning shears.
it was basically the most fun i’d had in an entire week, even though i hate yard work worse than a cat hates water.
i wielded the pruning shears on behalf of a tree in our front yard, a couple of whose branches were hanging dangerously close to our house. my father sawed it down and after that, i went around the branch tearing it limb from limb.
after i finished and we started picking up the branches and throwing them in yard bags, i saw a few leaves that were or had traces of yellow or red. do y’all know what that means? it means trees in michigan have decided they’re done with summer and want their leaves to look pretty. and the minute we have vain trees in the mitten is the minute we start counting down to fall, and by fall, i mean winter, because, hello, mitten.
welcome to michigan where today it was not ninety degrees with 85 percent humidity so basically tomorrow is december.
i just want to know, who has the time for this? and i submit as an answer to that question, ain’t nobody. ain’t nobody got the time for winter tomorrow.
although i could use a break from the humidity.
and as much as i loved them, i wouldn’t mind not seeing the pruning shears for a while.