Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Our house has a few shrubs in front, that line the street.
When we bought the house it was still late winter, so the shrubs were bare. As spring hit they started growing without abandon! The once neatly trimmed shrubs were shooting spindly branches out every which way. . . so I trimmed them back.
I was proud of myself: Look at what a good steward I'm being of this property!
The following spring I was busy--or maybe lazy-- and I kept watching those shrubs grow out of control, until finally one day I went out and saw this:
Little groups of buds all over the shrubs. Within a week or two the buds were replaced. . .
. . .by beautiful delicate white blossoms spilling out of the shrubs.
Well then, who knew?