We look almost civilized since Foy did his hard work with his brush hog. He’s done all he can do now, since there is no way he and the tractor can get up on the pile of rocks in the back, but he’s performed a miracle. You can now see my greenhouse from the house!
Isn’t this amazing? The weeds between us and the greenhouse were higher than my head.
This is behind the greenhouse, looking to the north.
And this is looking south.
This is the area across the back where I’ve been trying to hack down weed trees.
The weeds around this metal flower we made were so high and thick you could no longer see the flower.
The only weed trees left I’ll spray with the weed killer.
We have penciled in for Foy to come back in the fall, and then in the spring, when the weather is much more cooperative and comfortable and he can work us in between jobs.
I feel a lot safer now that we have a clean break between years of greenery and our house, should a wild fire threaten.