It all started out with the Great Battle with The White Fly. Well, in the end we won, but not without damage. That did not sit well with Bob: the ficus trees were reinforced but then....

He started thinking with Mr. Plant.. "I need that tree moved there....I need that plant removed...I want something that just works to my eye..."

Mr Plant worked and worked....every day (and night) he would be lurking behind the trees and plants. We adore him beyond comprehension..he worked, he lit, he mulched.

Finally, after a month of work and a tab well, well into the five figures (most middle Western families could have bought a house with that much money), it was done.

More photos to come from the Feast today.