While I was watering the front garden, I was chatting with my neighbors. I finally got around to asking him about the big picker bush he let grow in his ditch.
It's in my way, you see. It's huge and blocks my view of the road as I am backing out of the driveway. So, I offered to cut it down (I thought maybe it was too daunting a task for him).
Not at all, he explained. It seems when it was smaller, he was going to cut it down. But his friend the tree guy (he cut down my trees for me a few years back and has that great dog Carla loves) pointed out that he had four finches feeding on the thistles. So, he didn't cut it. Now he has seven different finches who visit it daily.
So, I agreed we shouldn't cut it down!
He also told me he brought me three tomato cages that his Dad had made long ago out of the wire they put into concrete. My 99-cent ones have crumpled under the weight of the tomato plants, you see. I thanked him and, sure enough, when I went out back, there they were. I was too busy last night to take pictures, but I will.
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