He is great about helping out with transportation and volunteering with the kids' activities. My husband actually cooks the majority of our family's meals. He helps out with household chores, like cleaning, vacuuming and laundry and even puts up with my regular additions to his seemingly never-ending Honey Do list while we remodel our home.
The one thing I thought I had learned was to not ask him to do any trimming or pruning in the garden or yard. Although he is welcome to handing the lawn maintenance, his participation in trimming and pruning our trees and shrubs usually does not have a happy ending. At least, not as far as I am concerned.
Usually, the subject of who will prune and trim in our yard is not a topic of discussion or debate. After moving into our home from the condo and his first go at trimming our hedges resulted in trimming of the electrical cord, I knew I had found my niche in our landscape maintenance.
For the most part, aside from my natural aversion to ladders and tall heights in general, this has not been an issue. As the oldest of three sisters, as well as the one family member whose challenge with seasonal allergies was mild, this Mom knows knows her way around landscaping and garden tools. My husband is happy to be in charge of the lawn mower and I am happy handle the more sensitive trimming which requires a level of patience my husband does not possess for tasks he doesn't enjoy.
This system has worked well for us, up until this holiday weekend. Although the needs in our yard beckoned me, still gaining back strength and ability to not not wobble after foot surgery, I reluctantly handed the trimmer and garden shears to the Hubs, with simple and clear instructions and pointed him in the direction of our sorely neglected Arbor Vitae.
The result of this leap of faith, I can only attribute to my own inability to watch him in action.
Husband - Score for getting done quickly.
Arbor Vitae - The big loser. Seriously.
As was evident by the huge, gaping brown areas that once were, admittedly, overly full and green, trimming and pruning is a skill my husband simply does not possess. To add to my remorse for my decision, in his frenzy to complete the un-welcomed chore, he also decided to "weed" my roses. That's right. Completely removed the pasture rose bush from the ground.
|Photo Credit: D.Gordon E. Roberson|
Needless to say, the rest of our trimming and pruning will wait until I am able to take back my yard responsibilities and said husband is on his way to the garden center.
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