Happy times - goodbye bush

Yesterday evening I got the itch to work on our curb appeal.  I started chopping on this bush.  This poor, ginormous azalea bush hasn't flowered ever since 2011's Snowmagedon and it's very drought-ish summer.  The whole right side of it was dead, so we had a lopsided bush.  Here is what it looked like in it's glory days, the first year we were in the house.  I think Claire was 4 and Kate was 2 there.  Awwwww.

I was just going to trim it up a bit.  

The happy chemicals in my body multiplied with each snip of that overgrown azalea bush.  

And then that magical thing happened where Nathan sees me starting a project and he finishes it for me. :)  He said, "Well if you're going to do that, we may as well just take it all out now."  And we did.

Well, that was the fun part, but now we have to pull up the roots of the 57-year-old azalea.  And then, we've got this lovely, blank canvas with which I know not what to do.  It will be very fun figuring it out though.

When the aftermath was stacked, bagged, and swept, we sat on the driveway and watched the storm approach.  Claire started counting lightening strikes.  By the time she was at 44 I started counting with her. When we got to 100, which only took about 10 minutes, we said it was bed time.  It was a fun, memory-making evening.