My brother and his beloved are coming to visit from the frozen tundra yclept Omaha.
They are gardeners extraordinaire. I am not. Thought I'd clean up some of the dead leaves and plant things that have accumulated since they last were here, six and a half years ago. Ended up with a surfeit of biomass. Pushed it down until the Bloodletting Bush thorns went through my leather gloves, pile the rest in the corner by the gate.
Don't think bro & beloved ever shed blood for one of my visits. 'Course, they're smart enough not to have any damned Bloodletting Bushes at their palatial manse.
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