The “Shrub Mullet”

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.

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