I think there’s a lot of truth in this old comic strip from five years ago this month. I’ve had experience with different types of gardeners. One gardener will thrill at the sight of an interesting looking sprout that volunteers in the yard or garden. She’ll place a brick near it or tie a ribbon around it to protect it from lawn mowers. Safe, it grows into a tree or bush, and that’s all right for a while, but eventually the area will begin to resemble a neglected pasture or a wooded tract that was timbered five years back. Another gardener will plant flowers and shrubs where she wants them and pamper them to maturity. If they don’t produce as expected, they’re kicked to the curb without sentiment. I am a fan of woodlands and of flower gardens, but if you want to make the pages of Home & Garden, you’d better be the second type of gardener. I am reminded of a quote, and I tried to search for its proper source, but all I received were advertisements and reviews for pruning shears. So, I will ad lib: “One should never enter one’s garden without a pair of pruning shears.”