“You know there is something quite alluring about a trimmed bush!
What do you mean, what do l mean? More importantly, l should say what do you mean? I already know what l mean, but l am worried about what you mean or might mean. For me, a trimmed bush is a thing of beauty and to what you think l mean, well that might just be mean, or not!”
I felt a positive yearning toward one bush this afternoon. There was a match found for me at last. I fell in love with a shrub oak.