As I type, the tree guys are busy chopping down trees in my yard. Yes, I am a tree killer. And I'm having a really hard time not going out there to ask if they can kill off a few others for me. Our yard is in total recovery mode.
FYI: Trees grow.
This is a fact that the old owner's never knew. They planned the landscaping around the cute little baby trees that they brought home from the nursery. Now we have trees planted 3 feet apart, shrubs about 6 inches apart, and flowers fighting for space. Not the best design in the world.
To attempt to regain control over the backyard, we are having two mid-size trees removed, one little tree removed, and the neighbor's two trees trimmed before they completely take out our fence. Next up is sod over the little tree's grave, removing the shrubs in the corner to make room for our (I really do mean Alex's) new playhouse, and attempting to figure out what to do with the patio. The patio is a story for another day. It's also an expense for another day.
Someone please come remove my checkbook from my hand and remind me that it's one project at a time. And right now it's ice cream cone project time.
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