I've posted this picture here before but I couldn't find the picture of the one I'm writing about. I'm old (well older) so I can get by with forgetful and repeating, huh? I always wanted one of these digger plants. I know we discussed that here too and I forget what the proper name is according to commenters but we all call them Diggers. I always thought they were an interesting plant and the blooms are beautiful but digging one up and replanting it was another story until I came upon one growing in a gateway where it didn't belong. It was only about a foot tall. Humm I can handle that and I did and replanted it myself. My thumb is not the greenest but to my amazement it grew and grew and bloomed the last three years. Now it is way over my head and the sharp leaves are just about the right size to punch my yard guy in the face. Not a good thing! So I try to keep them trimmed from the bottom and that is the reason my arms look as if I had a fight with a cat. One year a man was doing some work for me and he told me I have a saw that trims those Diggers really well so I hired him to do that. He used a saw on a long pole. Don't know what it is called but it did a nice job and he didn't have to get so close to those sharp little buggers. Next time they needed trimming he couldn't be found. If all else fails do it yourself. After John's grandson graduated from high school he was going to get rich selling cutlery. We didn't want to burst his bubble 'cause he is a nice young man so we all bought at least one thing from him. I picked a pair of pruning shears. They cost too much but they are good so I tried those to trim the Diggers. They worked good with a little contortion on my part. All of this was to say I still love the plant and the blooms but I hate those sharp points on the leaves. If I'm still alive don't be surprised if I don't write about this again next year.