Conquering the garden
Or at least pretending to.
Most years it is the baby maple trees that are the bane of my existence. This year it is baby oak trees. It clearly wasn't cold enough this winter and the squirrels left too many acorns to sprout. Baby oak trees are everywhere in the yard -- and they are harder to pull out than the maples.
Also today I:
Separated the rhododendron from a vine.
Separated my shed from a tree.
Separated a wild rose bush from my shed.
Separated a wild rose bush from my shed. (Yes, again. Why was there five foot long tendril flowering *inside* the shed?)
Separated a wild rose bush from a fancy rose bush.
Separated a wild rose bush from the air conditioner
Separated a wild rose bush from the house
Separated a wild rose bush from the irises.
Leaving the next big task: Separating the rhododendron from the holly and a wild rose bush from both the holly and the rhododendron.
I seem to be falling into a rut here.