Honey has fantastic hair. It's thick and black and as she has started to go gray, I think it just looks even better. She likes it really short. Really short. This short.
I love her hair this short. It looks good and has a really nice fuzzy feeling to it.
Yesterday she went outside to "do some weeding." It turned out she had decided to give our datura haircut. Here's what the datura looked like this winter.
It didn't look like that before its haircut yesterday. It's been a hot summer and it sort of looked like sticks with leaves. Then Honey got out the clippers. And this was the result.
Yes, that's the same plant. Isn't our dirt yard pretty? It's all the thing out here. And since California is on the cutting edge of trends, everyone will be wanting dirt for a yard next. Trust me.
Honey and I also called the tree guys yesterday. We needed to. We live in one of the oldest houses in the neighborhood. It's in an area of L.A. that was developed after World War II. Our neighborhood used to be an apricot grove. Because the house is old (relatively speaking), we have many mature trees. Eight of them. Mature trees need to be trimmed. Especially our elms. They're pretty, the elms. But they grow branches they can't support. When we first moved in to the house, I was standing in the living room the day before my parents were to come for their inaugural visit. I heard this huge cracking sound and the back yard was suddenly full of elm branch. The whole back yard. Here's the elm that let the branch go.
Last week another elm (we have three) let two branches go on top of our fruit trees. The backyard and the fruit trees are one thing. The house and cars are another. Thus, the call to the tree guys. Honey, fresh from her datura trimming triumph, said to the tree guy, "trim them as far back as you can as long as they're still healthy." It's the honey principle. In this case, it's sound, because 8 mature trees are expensive to trim.
The front yard elm and bottlebrush got their hair cuts yesterday.
By the time this is all over, I'll be poorer and everyone but me will have a high and tight. I should warn Biscuit and the cats.
6 comments:
You don't have bad hair -- it's fine but silky. Not at all frizzy like mine.
Since Suzanne and I have not had the trees trimmed in a few years, perhaps we are simply employing the same strategy as you and Scout in modeling our grown-out hair?
Do your trees have a nice fuzzy feeling too?
Our trees were all up in the power lines and hanging menacingly over the roof and street, so drastic measures had to be taken. As for my hair, it must be shorn when it gets big, which, in my estimation, is when I start needing a hairbrush in the morning.
sheesh, what is it with the trees.
our tree guy said we are doing our trees a 'disservice' by not letting him trim them all...
he offered us the low low price of 1200 bucks to trim the trees.
(which is actually a great price - just not a good week for such a great price)
i love the dirt lawn too. very hip.
and Scouts hair. mine was that short last year.... its so ...managable.
It's a stuffed nighthawk. She can remove it at night.
When trees grow around power lines here, the power line people come out and trim them. We don't have to pay for it.
I, too, wondered about the odd protuberance on scout's head. Convenient that it is removable.
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