The hedges are trimmed, albeit really unevenly.
A vast majority of the califonia poppies I've been nurturing on the front hill have been hoed up.
All of the blossoms on my bishop's weed has been cut off, leaving ugly sticky-up stems.
I am really not a happy camper.
Joe's a nice old man, and likes to putter, but dammit.
Don't cut flowering things. Don't pull up plants.
I'm going out to see if i can save some of the poppies.