The first Saturday of March was unfrigid enough to get me outside with the reciprocating saw Aaron bought me for Christmas. I broke down the one largish branch and one smallish branch that came down during last month’s ice storm, and I cut back one stand of switchgrass.
I’m not asking our lawn guys to cut down anything ever again. I’ve had too many healthy perennials whacked to the ground that should NOT have been pruned in the spring. (How a dormant hydrangea resembles switchgrass is beyond me.)
