Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Taming the Jungle

The yard may kill me.

Beloved and I walked up to the upper yard last night. I haven't been up there in two years. My neglecting the yard was all a part of my plan to force FIL to take care of business.

He didn't.

I can not BELIEVE how over grown everything is. Blackberries are everywhere. The raspberries are out of control. The grape vines are snaking their way into everything from the berries to the Rhodie's to winding way up into a fir tree.


The grass is almost as tall as I am. Okay, maybe not that tall. It's disgusting and I'm not sure I'll ever get it under control.

I'd need an army.

If I had the money...

but I don't.

This is what I get for trying to make a man do something he didn't want to do.

Now I have a jungle to tame.

Me Tarzan?

Whose Jane?


Amber said...

You need an army? I happen to have one of those! Unfortunately we are a bit preoccupied with the whole "shipping out to Iraq" thing, but if it's any consolation I know a few who would rather come help you tame the yard!

Patti said...

i suggest you eat your way thru it...

Sandcastle Momma said...

Sounds like you some goats. Good luck!