This is the rhododendron that's been growing at my house in New England since way before the mid-80's, when we purchased it.
It was neglected for many years, yet it soldiered on and year after year produced the typical massive blooms that are a true glory in this region every May or June.
SO … imagine my horror:
The house painter last fall could not imagine that I'd mind if he trimmed back the plant to get at the chimney … and I couldn't imagine that he'd do such a thing without first asking permission.
It breaks my heart every time I walk down the drive. And the lesson is, never assume anything, and tell every contractor who's working outside not to touch any of your plants unless they ask first.
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