Don't be fooled - there are no blossoms in my yard as yet.
The Russian pruned the apple tree and asked me to haul branches to the curb, which I did using the new bona fide gardening gloves I bought after I confessed to my lack of agricultural medium. Armed with a pair of tight-fitting hand shoes, I approach the back yard with the ignorance of a private in training - watching furtively for the commander to bark out his orders.
Sorry, he never barks - he suggests.
After dutifully hauling for one hour (which came with the added benefit of watching Baberham wield his lopper with massive muscleage) I picked up some twigs and brought them inside, arranging them in a vase by the window.
There may not be leaves on our trees yet, but there are blossoms in our house.