Summer Snowflake clearly heard us talking about her, because she started doing this:
|Wow, that's a terribly fuzzy picture. Sorry!|
I also cut into her, per many suggestions, and she's alive and green.
But the fact remains that she looks terrible and since I'm all about appearances, I don't want a dead-looking bush in such a prominent position. This weekend she's getting the old heave-ho, I think. I think. Do you hear that, Summer Snowflake? Now's the time to bust out some flowers!
In truth, if she survives the apocalyptic storm and hail that's coming our way tomorrow, I might take it as a sign to see what she does for a few more weeks, at least until I make up my mind about what bush to purchase to replace her.
In other odd news, I turned from photographing the viburnum and saw this really strange leaf on my backyard table. Oh hey, just kidding, it's actually some cooked lasagna noodles. I think it's J's attempt to feed Stanley, the one-eared squirrel. Either that or we're getting some freaking weird hail.