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Jungle Fever or Why Don’t We Just Bulldoze The Whole Mess Down!

Jungle Fever or Why Don’t We Just Bulldoze The Whole Mess Down!

We have vines growing in the trees in our yard that would make Tarzan do back flips. It’s too bad we didn’t live here when Andrew was younger and in his ‘George Of The Jungle’ phase. Actually, it’s probably better that we didn’t. After seeing the movie Andrew decided it would be a good idea to swing from the top posts of his bunk beds. He would have broken his neck in these trees!

After a few years of procrastinating, H finally plunged in and started on the backbreaking task of clearing the underbrush in our side yard. With the biggest lot in the neighborhood, a forest in our back yard is still not an option in my book.

I told myself I was not going to get out in that mess and help with the clearing. But I did – for one day. Getting poison ivy was my biggest fear. H gets a bad enough case every year that he has to go to the doctor and get a shot. I haven’t had it that bad in at least thirty years. It’s been a week and no signs of poison ivy yet so I dodged the bullet.

I don’t believe H’s dad realized how big pine trees eventually get when he brought home that truck load of small saplings when H was just a boy. They also sprout up voluntarily when given the chance. And believe me, they were given the chance!

There were three of these fenced in circles space out across the back yard. H’s parents had the great idea they would put all their clippings and yard debris in them and have their own mulch pile. A snake pit is more like it! Everything is dead now but in the summer there is all kinds of green things sprouting out of them. Two have been removed and this is the last one. It will be much harder to remove since H can’t get his truck in there to pull down the fencing.

There was a volunteer pecan tree too close to the carport. H’s mom let it grow for years and it was really pretty and provided lots of shade in the summer. Two years ago, when Andrew was home for a few days, I finally convinced H to cut it down before it grew too big for him to do it himself. It took him and Andrew about twenty minutes to cut down and then into smaller pieces, and drag it to the front for pick up the next morning.

A friend offered me a cutting from her wisterias. She said to be careful where I planted it because it could overtake a tree and kill it. I told her I had a lot of trees I’d like to kill! We once checked on the cost of having a few of the bigger pines in the front cut down. They are waaaay too big for us to tackle ourselves. That’s about as far as that project got since it cost about $800 – $1200 per tree. Two are really big. Should we plant wisteria? Ha! The best we can manage is clean up around them and hope they don’t blow over onto the house during a hurricane.

With the canopy of shade pulled down from the underbrush and Tarzan vines, we discovered about twelve blueberry bushes. We knew they were there, but the hopes of them ever producing were slim to none. The sunshine can finally get to them now. Maybe we will have blueberries in June!

There are about eight holly trees planted in a straight line down the center of that wooded area and you can now see how they were spaced out, straight and narrow. These trees were sent to H’s dad from his sister in Ocean Springs, Maryland. In the mail. It’s a wonder they survived. So of course he planted every one. In my opinion, one would have been enough.

We have a few different varieties of palm trees in the front and back yard, but have cut down a ton of them that sprout up voluntarily. This one in the front yard we will probably keep. Here’s a picture of it my sister, Tish, took while visiting a couple years ago. She said, “You know you’re in Florida when you see a squirrel in a palm tree!” These are the ones we usually cut down.

H thinks the forest area can be managed now with just some weed eating during the summer months. Good thing because I can’t see the benefits of spending three thousand dollars or more on a riding lawnmower to mow pine straw! There is a lot more to be done in this yard.

I wonder what the cost of renting a bulldozer would be.



Hoping For A Diamond In The Rough

Hoping For A Diamond In The Rough

As you can see from these pictures we have a little bit of everything out in the workroom. Inherited from H’s dad, it holds memories and tools from your basic screwdriver, old oil pumps, old carbetators for long-gone cars, and a hand held drill. 

We even have an outboard motor. It’s vintage. It’s seen better days. Does it work? I doubt it. 

If I had a nickel for every screwdriver cluttering up Dad’s Workroom, I’d be rich. I should hold a contest and the winner gets to keep the extras – which are – believe me – a lot! 

Need a screw? We got you covered. Some tangled wiring? We have enough to circle the globe. A measuring cup for anything not consumable is in your face every time you open the door. Extra license plates for your car are available if you need one, or two, or three…

Two vintage chest of drawers I’d love to refurbish, but as always there is no room in this small house for more furniture. 

This nice little drawer thingy would make a great piece to store threads and bobbins in or even some of my writing tools. What it holds now? I’m afraid to open it! 

H is finally cleaning out the workroom. He keeps more than I think he needs to keep. It’s junk to me. Memories to him. As long as he keeps hauling the boxes of goods to the outside storage shed we finally got erected, I don’t care. Anything he puts in there I don’t have to look at. 

I should have take some before pictures. These are before the finished project, but after the beginning. Huge difference already. We can see the floor. Maybe we’ll find something of monetary value. 

It’s been a long time coming so I’m not complaining…


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