Great balls of holly

Part of the prep for things like Monday bridge is getting the grounds in order.

Mind ya, most of the ladies don't venture out -- maybe Anne, who's such a gardener that I get a massive inferiority complex every time she cocks an eyebrow at a yellowed leaf, though I've largely gotten over that. Live and let die, I say.

Still, Ray and the crew make sure everything's shipshape, and Joey has proven quite the shaper of boxwoods and hollies.

Some are showing their age, but others, like these off the pool terrace, are pretty as a picture.