The Knights who say Ni came to visit us today. They were guised as workmen looking for tree trimming/removal jobs, knocking doors in our neighborhood, going for no. We, by contrast, had ~75 linear feet of overgrown juniper that we've been wanting to get rid of since we moved in.
Here's the house as it went to the market last April: (By the way, yarbhill, those white things are crepe myrtles, which had been trimmed way back too. But they've since sent shoots up again and are looking more treelike.) And as it was when we moved in, in October: By January, when there was not a flake of snow in the forecast and the lawns were still the green of "we might grow just as well as hibernate", came knocking The Knights who say Ni. (This is not their professional name... although our grass is cut by a guy who, the first time I met him, was wearing a herringbone Batman shirt, so it's not totally beyond the realm of possibility.)
Within 90 minutes they turned this into this
Hey, we have a mailbox and everything down there -- it actually makes the mailbox feel closer, because before it was a little labyrinthine. OK, maybe not quite, but hey, never a bad time for Labyrinth. Also,
Sorry, got sidetracked. Anyways...
They also cut down a holly tree that I'm sure at one time was a lovely little bush at the corner but had become a behemoth that overhung the second-story window and was a little alarming in the winds this past week, although it hadn't bothered us previous to that.
In an interesting confluence, we also took the Christmas tree down today, so the living room seems significantly bigger as well. And the house smells pleasantly of juniper.
I hope our friends recognize Credo the next time they visit.