The Landscaper

The rose bushes lay a siege with velveteen petals and curved thorns.  The artificial humanoid was at it again and since he was just here last month, I don’t think that there really is a need for him to be trimming everything so often.  I understand that he enjoys his work and I am not saying that he is not great at what he does, but yesterday he woke me up when he was using those hedge trimmers.  I know that there are over 500 houses in this home owner association and it is a lot of work trying to keep up with everything, but Fridays are the only days that I am able to sleep late and I guess I am just grumpy today.

I image that it would be quite a challenge to reach up and around all of the tall shrubbery and the way he was able to remove all of that mistletoe from the trees was a monumental event, but I think this guy is not happy unless he is trimming something.  I should let him cut my hair, as God knows I could surely use one.  He is not the brightest bulb on the tree, although I guess I would consider him to be the sharpest knife in the drawer, but the other day when he was trimming the apple trees and all those bees started chasing him around was really a sight to see.

Written for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie First Line Friday hosted by Dylan.

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