Our back yard is a mess. There were high winds last night that blew branches off trees all over town. It appears that most of them landed in our backyard. I feel badly for BigB who spent a lot of time this summer getting the backyard in order. He had the fence repaired, cleaned and stained, cleaned the seating area, did some plantings, got rid of the ivy taking over the lawn and relocated the barbecue.
I take credit for getting the whole thing started. Last year I was out back one day when I noticed the ivy was out of control on the brick wall of our house that borders the back yard. It occurred to me that it was an excellent place for spiders to set up shop. I decided to clean it up a bit because I didn’t want the spiders jumping out at me if I brushed up against the ivy. Three hours later most of the ivy was off the wall and BigB, suddenly cognizant of my absence, showed up in the backyard with an attitude. He could not understand why I would randomly just start tearing down the ivy. Besides not sharing my spider phobia, BigB also doesn’t have my imagination, so keeping the potential spider attacks out of the narrative for now, I quickly outlined my new grand vision for our backyard. It just happened to begin with tearing down the ivy which was going to destroy the brick if we continued to let it grow unchecked. BigB began nodding his head, liking the picture I was painting for him. This backyard did indeed need some work and if I was willing to tackle it, that was fine with him. I worked hard on it for a couple days and then was distracted. The backyard stayed untouched for a year, complete with barrels and gardening gloves, looking as though someone had casually walked off the job to get a cold drink which someone had and then that someone picked up a magazine, started reading about a new exercise regimen and never went to the back yard ever again.
BigB, after spending the winter thinking and making lists as he is wont to do, entered spring with a plan, which he executed beautifully, thanks to me getting him started.
It’s going to look great out there again as soon as he gets all these branches cleaned up.
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