Bushwhacking and Various Animals In Our Backyard.

Have you ever done something and thought, "Oh no.  What have I done?"

That's how I felt after chopping this bush this past weekend.

To say our yard needs some pruning is an extreme understatement.  You could say it needs to be "cut back," and that'd be more accurate.  But to be most precise, you have to say, "that yard needs a bushwhacking."  We have a lot of overgrown stuff.  Unidentified stuffs.

So overgrown that Eloise calls our backyard the "forrest."

That's why I've only committed myself to the front yard.  The backyard has been left to the deer, the fox, the raccoon, and whatever very large animal left a very large dropping there recently.  Even our nature specialist neighbor Paula could not identify this poop.  Oh my!

It's down right scary sometimes.  That is why we seldom go to our forest and prefer to stay in our front yard.  And, our front yard has the added pleasure of neighbors.

Anyway, this weekend I attempted to tackle this yew that sits beside our door.  Then I attempted the azalea.  And they look scraggly now.  But with the cheers of my neighbors, I chopped on.  One even offered me her saw.  I kid you not.  They are tired of looking at our forest.

In other news.  I made fresh pesto from my basil.

And hope to eat some fresh tomatos this summer.

And I hope I won't regret my chopping.  I hope I didn't kill the plants.

The saying "if it doesn't kill ya, it'll make ya stronger" just popped into my head.  But I hate that statement.  If it's going to be painful, I don't want to be strong.

I know that's weeny.  But I know that's how I feel.

And even if I don't like the way the plants look now, my neighbors are right, new growth will come.  And they will be more beautiful than before.