It's a job that I really hate to do.
I don't like heights.
My arms ache afterward.
I put it off for as long as I can.
But sooner or later, I must face the task.
Those leaves....every single one of them....must be washed.
After a year (or more, I confess) the ficus leaves had a coating of dust that could no longer be ignored. So I brought in the step ladder, armed myself with soapy water and a sponge, and attacked the tree.
I didn't even stop to take "before" pictures....I didn't want to lose my momentum.
So this is the "after" picture.
Clean, shiny, fresh, healthy leaves on a tree that started out no taller than I am, but now has grown to touch the ceiling, secured by wire to the beam in order to stand upright.
Happy dance! Done! For another year!
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