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While We've Been Quarantined

We finally got the two overly-huge camphor trees in our front yard removed; they had been planted too close to the house back when it was built. Over the past 24 years they grew to be over fifty feet tall, and their root systems became a threat to the foundation of our house. Their leaves and berries have been killing our grass, and I've always been worried they would fall over during a hurricane and destroy our roof. I hate cutting down trees but it's a relief that they're gone.

Since then Kat and her dad have been working on adding new plants and some landscaping to the front of the house. My kid has a real talent for creating little gardens, and she made this one for us:

Recently my kid applied for a temporary job working in the northwest part of the country to do field and lab work for the federal government. She'd be testing the streams and rivers up there for different problems they're having with their water sources; the job would last anywhere from six months to two years. Her biology professor recommended her for the job to the guy who is hiring, and it's what Kat wants to do as a scientist, so we're hoping she gets it. If she does she'll start in June.

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Maria Zannini said…
Good luck to Kat! I hope she gets the job.

Nice work on the cacti. I'm jealous of the urn too. LOL! I'm always on the lookout for concrete planters.

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