Grudge Match

It was time. One month after a senseless gardening accident, I strapped on my massive safety goggles and hacked the @#$% out of the bush that tried to take out my eye. Er, I mean I pruned it. HEAVILY. And it felt good. There are no photos of my bloody, scrambled-egg eye to document the degree of my injury, but here is one of my cockeyed pupils right before I left for Europe. Just looking at it makes me want to go out and do more "trimming." And I thought I'd never garden again...