Having mowed the grass and fertilized the flowers, vegetables, and roses earlier in the week, I began the task of reclaiming the front beds from the vines that have flourished and trimming the hedges under the windows. Only a few weeks after I have pruned, I pause by the living room window and suddenly it's as if I'm looking out of the window of Sleeping Beauty's castle, except the prince has already rescued me and now it's my job to keep the brambles cut back.
For three days, I pulled vines, knowing it would be a job to be done over because I could not get all the roots on the first pass. However, by the front corner of the house, I did succeed in digging up an enormous smilax root that just went on and on, bulb after bulb. If I have left even a piece of it, there will likely be a smilax vine there again. As I worked on this project I reflected how many processes follow this pattern: if I don't get the root, the vine will grow back and it will be to clear all over again. The vines can have the back yard; in the front I must have some semblance of order.
To follow up on the last post, the sasquatch has become a better judge of ripeness and has eaten two more cantelopes successfully, leaving only the rind and seeds.
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