My wife and I went to the garden center to pick out plants and flowers for the beds in front of our house. We had had potted plants which died.
Then we planted azalea bushes, and, yes, they too died. Before all that was a mess of monkey grass, which I pulled out stalk by stalk with my hands.
In other words, these two patches of earth had become a proverbial thorn in our sides. To make matters worse, they are all one can see when standing at the kitchen sink, where I spend a good bit of time.
Whenever I would stand at the sink, I would say to my wife, “We really need to get some flowers and plants out there. Should we call a landscape architect and get some ideas?” Sometimes my wife would say, “Sure!” Other times she would say, “Why don’t we