It's a big, unruly mess most of the time, but I do love my yard. Saturday, I spent nine hours straight just trimming back bushes, flowers, and trees. I also wrestled blackberry vines out of tree tops and pulled the most obvious weeds. I haven't had much chance to work in the yard this year--a combination of deadlines and wet weather--but I wasn't going to let either of those things stop me Saturday.
Unfortunately, it rained the entire nine hours I was out there working. My dog, who usually likes to sit next to me while I garden (or better yet, gets in the beds I'm trying to clean and tromps around) looked so confused. He steadfastly sat out in the rain with me for a couple hours, then did the doggy equivalent of throwing up his paws in defeat, and retreated to the porch, where he sat, dry, while I crawled through rhododendron bushes, under giant sword ferns, and stood on ladders to trim tree limbs that drown me with buckets of water dumping out of the sky.
The only good thing about gardening in the cold and rain is that the rain kept the pollen down, which meant my allergies didn't flare up as bad. Though I didn't exit the day unscathed (my arms look like a herd of cats used me for a scratching post--thank you, blackberries and rose bushes) I did emerge mostly victorious. I'd say I got over half the yard trimmed!
Sunday, to celebrate the yard success, I tromped to the bottom of the hill and picked raspberries from our bushes. My son and I harvested at least six pints of beautiful, sweet berries, and I cooked some of them down into a sauce that we poured over vanilla ice cream for dessert. It was a most delicious reward for hard work. 🙂
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