We had our trees trimmed Friday night while we lounged around in our luxurious basement. We didn't have to do a thing. Mother Nature took care of it all. She didn't miss a tree.
I'm going to have to write to the service department though.
This used to be my favorite tree. It was perfectly shaped. I was looking forward to watching the sheep graze under it's boughs. I didn't want this one trimmed. Yet all the old, dead branches on other trees I did not want are still standing. I guess I should have spray painted them with a big, orange X.
She also misplaced our outdoor furniture while she was here. We'd like to know where the chair is that goes to that cushion.
But most importantly, we really feel like she could have stuck around and helped with the clean up.
I certainly won't be providing her a good reference. Wieners and marshmallows anyone?
(Don't worry, I counted beaks. All chickens have been accounted for and were unharmed.)