Pruning Perfection

The porch was fine yesterday, but a garden needs genuine vision. I slipped off the steps and took charge of the front walkway flowerbed. Right by the flagstones sat a terracotta pot with a bushy lavender plant, looking completely uninspired. Naturally, I intervened. Bracing my stout legs in the dark mulch, I reached up and gently bent a wayward purple sprig toward the sunlight, brushing away two crisp brown leaves with my plush paw. That herbal aroma instantly filled the air. A little refined care turns plain dirt into a proper botanical showcase—you're welcome, garden.