Yard work

I stared out the window all morning waiting for the sun to appear. Finally at 1:15 pm, the sun came out. I raced into my work clothes and grabbed my clippers. Some where in the back of my blackberry infested yard is what looks like a cyclone fence. I want to find that fence as it could indicate my property boundary.

From my upstairs bedroom window I can see a glint of the fence now that the berries are at their ebb. If I can get the berries clipped down now I can reach them all to spray right as they begin to reemerge for spring time. The spray can only reach so far. The glint of fence is a good twenty to thirty feet further than I had originally been clipping. A deer trail runs through the bottom of my property. I had assumed that was the end until I saw the fence out my window.

It is a really nice fence, or at least it was. As I clip along the fence line, I had to get to the bottom of my property by using the cleared area my neighbor's landscaper had made for me to make sure I knew were the property lines were between our houses. My neighbor has planted a natural fence of Laural to hid my untamed yard from her view. Her yard guy had mowed down the hedge on the back side to give me a path to the bottom of my lot. I gratefully take advantage of that access to reach the fence. The path though is ten to fifteen feet short of the fence. I have to start clipping to get the rest of the way.

I find some of the fence damaged and crushed by fallen trees. I am sad to see the damage as it is a nice fence. I seems strange though that it goes from one side of the property to the other but not up the sides, just a wall of fence at the bottom.

I spend hours clipping berries, trying to expose the logs that are down across the crushed portions. I can't get someone to cut the logs off if they can't reach them. That is my whole goal, to expose the yard so it can be dealt with. I need to see what I have. On paper the lot is over twice as big as our last house. With the blackberries to contend with it seems even bigger.

My hands are pricked with thorns even through my work gloves. There is still more fence line to clear, but darkness falls and I have to quit in order to find my way up the hill. I am going to work some more as long as this clear weather holds.

This morning as I look out my window eating my toast, I realize one of the snags of a tree in my back yard is half the size it once was. We had planned to cut them down, but due to the winter ad weather hadn't gotten to it yet. I stare some more at the broke trunk, as my brain recovers from the impact that the fence is just recently crushed by my own tree. My own fault for not moving quickly enough to get the rotten tree out of the yard. I even had a friend lined up a couple of weeks ago to do some chain sawing. Instead we worked on installing the instant hot water in the kitchen sink and fixing the heater in the man cave. End result, love what we did, but the tree broke off and crushed my fence. So much to do, so much to do.