I should admit upfront that we have no business owning two acres. The Mister, also known as The Tenant, has no discernible interest in the place. He's content to duck all kinds of overgrown vegetation (and to risk breaking an ankle in one of the various holes in the yard) when he does his one chore, mowing.
I had all but given up walking around the far side of the garden for fear of getting poked in an eye by a dead branch of a huge, old honeysuckle. The near side was getting almost as bad so yesterday I cut back big branches of choke cherry, elm and the damn honeysuckle along with some lesser stuff. Maybe not apparent to anyone but me, but a big improvement nonetheless.
No comments:
Post a Comment