To remind you, this is what it looked like before:
Those pesky bushes and tree last summer
And then the space after:
Take that, pesky bush!
They were half dead, even though they look green there
After we tackled the bushes, my dad hung around and we went after the trees in the backyard. It turns out I've got a maple and .... some other trees. But they were being attacked by rogue grape vines that were attacking from my neighbors yard. Now, if you've never tried to prune or rip out grape vines before, you're in for a big surprise. After yanking a vine for all I was worth and finally ripping down about 25 feet worth, I says to my dad, I says "wow, these are really strong". He replies back "How do you think it was able to hold up Tarzan?" So, I figured what the heck, and I gave swinging on a vine a try. Word to the wise - don't try to be George of the Jungle while also working as a lumberjack. I just missed stepping on the stump of a tree and instead managed to slice the side of my leg with it. I still have the scab and swelling and bruising to show for it.
Back to the story.
Last summer, it looked really pretty....well, by pretty I mean leafy and green
It's a jungle in there
After hours of yanking and cutting and cutting and yanking I had a giant pile of brush
Thankfully my dad borrowed a trailer and hauled it to compost for me
We even found a fire pit buried with the trees
And trees that could breathe again.