I’ve have had (and will continue to have) a bad hair life. People talk about bad hair days and I have no sympathy. I have limp, fine brown hair. It’s a thing.

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.

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