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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