The weather has been gorgeous. The sun has been out - and it actually felt warm! I'm not sure if I have blogged about our current yard. (I shut down immediately upon seeing it for the first time. Normally, I love to garden and cultivate new seeds, but I became numb to any thought of it after that initial introduction.) Here is a picture of our front yard (it is a gazillion times more beautiful and less dangerous (seriously) than our back yard).
I like projects, it's a bit sickening how much I like them actually. I spent hours on this bush. And after seeing how little I had accomplished in making it look better, and how much worse it looked after I removed such a huge part of the green branches on it, I started feeling a bit less excited about The Bush, and began playing out possible conversations that I would have later with my husband about The Bush. He will not like that I touched The Bush.
My husband rarely supports the huge projects that I take on. Granted, they are often not very worthwhile projects (like, The Monster Bush), and some times I cannot complete my projects without his help (again, like The Monster Bush)... But, despite his common disapproval, and his experienced-gained knowledge of the likeliness of my needing his help, my husband always allows me to continue to work. And, eventually, after I have finished, he almost always says, "Good work, Liz."
I had to remind myself of that many times yesterday while I was lopping away, making the monstrous evergreen look quite disgruntled and hurt. I'm must admit that I am glad that I couldn't find my husband's saw. I may have damaged The Monster Bush even more, and been in even deeper trouble with my husband.
This is just another silly aspect of our relationship, how we get things done. But we actually do get a lot done this way - and usually it is together (even if one of us is a bit unwilling, and not nearly as excited about it as the other one is).