Alas the day has come and gone
when the bush stood large and strong.
We cut it down, we cut it down
all the way down to the ground.
It's dead, it's dead, the bush is dead.
Long live the bush, the bush is dead.
half gone
all gone..-
I'm almost sorry I cut the bush down. I think it looked better with it there. But.... the blooms were so overpowering. The pollen from them would literally make me sick each spring. And the yellow jackets loved this bush. So... with my son's help (he did it all) I cut it down.
