I hadn’t been attentive to my yard in Columbia until I recently realized the bush that was supposed to be nicely covering my air conditioning unit had gotten… um… “out of hand.” I could no longer see out my kitchen window and the UPS man was afraid to deliver packages because he could no longer find the steps.
And so, I started trimming. And trimming. And then, I got a ladder and trimmed some more.
Eventually, I came to an impasse. I couldn’t reach the highest branches, and I’d run out of energy. The only problem was that the bush was short in the front and tall in the back.
That’s when Roland — the best handyman in middle Tennessee — showed up to fix the oven.“Hey, can you help me with those top branches,” I asked. “I have a ‘shrub mullet’!”
“Sure,” he said, disappearing to his car.
In a minute, he arrived with a chain saw.
“I’ve always wanted to get rid of that thing,” he said.
Here’s to new beginnings and a handyman who knows when to plunge ahead in spite of my protests.