Meanwhile, I really want two things to happen. One has a good chance of happening this fall. The other I can get a good start on.
#1- get at least the "trail" on my own property cleared enough that I can snowshoe/ski this winter. It's really not very nice if the grass isn't chopped down.
The last time I tried to clear my trail by hand I was still going all around the property next door. Now, I only have to do my own property. The neighbor on the other side that still lets me walk there seems to have mowed a strip, so I won't have to do that. I managed to get 38 paces (about 190 feet) of raw pathway cleared with the weed whacker. It's a start. I can only manage about 15 minutes of that at a time before I'm pooped. (this is not a powered weed-whacker, except as powered by me)
The other 150 feet to reach the front door don't need whacking. They are either part of the yard or go through my "big" flower bed. Um... yes, this is supposed to be a flower bed.
#2- begin to reclaim my "big" flower bed.
I've actually done quite a bit of autumn olive clearing already this fall. You just can't tell. I'm hoping to cut out and treat enough of it before real snow arrives to let sunlight in.
This is what it's supposed to look like (in spring). This picture was 2003. Pretty pathetic- how bad it's gotten, right? But, as long as I only say I enjoy working on it rather than demanding that it be "done" at a certain time, then it's fun.
And the really fun thing? Author friend Jean was going by and she stopped for a visit. Did I remember to take a picture? No. Do I have a picture of the two of us together? Apparently not. Here's one of her from earlier this year.
I edited, I worked on various projects, I wrote Chapter 33 of Vacation from DMS, 844 words. Tomorrow is an all-day vendor event. If you are local- Cornerstone Church, Ludington. 10-3.
 | See Before and After Garden |
4 comments:
Between the weed whacking and the garden that all looks like back breaking work.
So when you walk the path on your property when you get to the neighbors that you can't walk on, how do you get to the neighbors on the other side who does let you walk on his property?
Chaplin: "That looks like a fun place to walk ― it reminds us of how Dennis said Tucker described the fields out back of their place in New York where our Mama and Dada used to take him and Trixie for walks, many many years ago."
Java Bean: "Ayyy, I bet that was a fun place to live!"
one on each side of me. But I can only get to the cemetery now by following either the road or railroad tracks
Bean and friends- don't you live in a fun place? Dada will be sad. But you could come sniff in my yard any time you like.
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