I haven't figured this out yet . . .
We don’t really have a yard, but there’s this obnoxiously crazy tree next to our driveway that creeps into the space where our car goes. It’s gotten so out of control lately that it was time for a trim.
G dutifully took the clippings . . .
I don’t know about you, but I think the pile looks a little morbid, as if it marked the spot where someone’s cat got run over. Sorry, dead pets have been on my mind lately.
Given that it sort of looks like a floral arrangement, maybe G has a future in it.