It's the prettiest time of the year but also the most work. Why, oh why we don't just let the blackberries take over I'll never really know. I think having a tractor just makes you want to rip up and flatten things. Which sounds easy, but while ripping stuff up is a snap, cleaning up the mess is donkey labor. Hee Haw. Then what? Why, you grow grass, of course. Which is dandy until you try to rake it all up. Evidently Washington grass is too heavy for a lawnmower to shoot into an attached bag. So, we rake. We're gonna get to old for this, then the blackberries will have to repossess what is rightfully theirs. Meanwhile, here's a look at the state of our so-called yard. (For "before" pictures, scroll to the bottom of the page to see what the place looked like when we bought it.)
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December 2017
Greetings from somewhere in the American Southwest. If you live in the northwest, the rule for many is that the minute you retire you buy a motorhome and start “snowbirding” to Arizona. Fred retired in April (I beat him by a couple of years). Before the obligatory southern migration, we did some major projects around the property, particularly pulling stumps, clearing land and installing drainage. We finished the house two years ago November, and while the inside is pretty cozy, visitors will tell you to bring mud boots in the wet season and something to keep the dust out of your eyes in the dry season. There’s a bit more landscaping, if you’d call it that, to do.
We clear a lot of brush and dead trees. So we have a lot of bonfires. And what's a bonfire without a party? Exactly. |