My very own one woman, nap time landscaping business is underway!
I toil as truck loads of workers park in front of my neighbors’ homes, pull their powerful, appropriate-for-the-job tools from their trucks, and remake landscapes in the span of a day.
I bend, pull, shovel, grunt, and sweat in my long pants, long-sleeved shirt and gloves with my crappy powerless tools, trying desperately to avoid the poison ivy hiding among the merely annoying ivy. During the hottest two hours of the day.
Here are the stages of my progress, though I missed taking a before-before picture when the ivy was all on the ground in front of these trees and I have yet to have a truly finished garden for an ‘after’ picture.
Step one: Mow all the ivy that was in front of these trees.
Step two: Pull out the tangled mess left by the ivy. Unfortunately, the lawn mower only eats the leaves.
Step three: Buy some hydrangeas, dig some holes, and plop the little f’ers in the holes. Then relocate some hostas.
Only one obnoxious battle scar from all of this. As a reminder, I was covered head to toe to avoid this poison ivy. Head to toe, people. That shit don’t play.