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I have great affection for the spirea bush in my front yard. When I bought Greta (that's my house's name) there was nary a sprout of vegetation on the property, aside from this unruly shrubbery. I mean, I thought there was another grassy thing that I dutifully watered for months until I realized it was a plastic Ikea plant, but the spirea...the spirea has been REAL all along.
And anyway, it's springtime, and Spirea the OG (that's what I call it, because that's its name) was looking kinda scraggly, so I fired up the hedge trimmer, laid down a tarp so I wouldn't have to pick clippings out of the rocks, and I gave it a haircut. It's looking much tidier over there in its spot, supervising traffic along the side yard; but it had already started to bud out so I gathered some of the clippings, dropped them into bottles, and brought some springtime inside.
In a few weeks it'll be covered in little white flowers. I can't wait to bring those inside too.