The Trellis

I no longer look like a hillbilly. This morning, the handyman showed up around eight and trimmed the roses so he could remove it. We now have highly pruned bushes instead. Hoping that the hedgehog isn't going to move to greener pastures.

Oh. And in a delightful twist of post-modern fate, my handyman's name is actually Andy. He's not as charming as our friend from BBC America, but he lets me call him Handy Andy anyway so I'll settle for that.


Melinda June said…
Thank GOD! This morning I heard the nasal rumble of the hedgehog whilst making my PG Tips. I don't want to put him on a leash, so I'm glad he stayed willingly.

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