Please don't judge me. I'm not proud of the fact that I have brown thumbs. I can't keep plants alive. I have ZERO interest in gardening. Unfortunately, my husband isn't much better. Don mows our lawn every week...but that's the extent of our "maintenance." Our negligence led to the rose bushes and shrubs in front of our house to grow out of control. It was a hot mess. The side of our house wasn't much better. We desperately needed to power wash it. We also needed to cut down all the weeds that were way overgrown. I decided to take matters into my own hands a couple of months ago. That was a big mistake.
I had read an article about people doing some "rage gardening." It involves grabbing shears and letting out all your stress/aggressions by trimming bushes/trees. I blindly started chopping away. I was "in the zone" and on the verge of passing out from heat exhaustion when I stopped to look at the mess I had made. Mutilated. That's the word that best describes what I did to those poor rose bushes. My husband just shook his head. There was no denying it. We needed to hire landscapers to somehow bring our yard back to life.
They arrived yesterday and tackled the mess head-on. Don kept texting me videos and photos as I was at work. I was giddy. By the time I got home, the transformation had already started. I sat outside and watched them work their magic. Then, after it was all over, I stared at their work in awe. Neighbors who were walking their dogs in the cul-de-sac even commented on how much better it looked.