The visitation for my neighbor Diane was this afternoon. I heard from her children that she had one last request of me. Her exact words were, "tell Dan to trim that damn Rose of Sharon bush!" She threatened to come and knock pictures off of my wall until I took care of it.
That's just like Diane...she was perpetually hounding me about my gardening skills, and my rose of Sharon bush has grown into an unwieldy behemoth that has blocked her lilac bush from getting enough sun.
I'm going to the funeral on Saturday, and then coming home and doing some serious pruning.