The past week, I have been staring down my arch enemy…ivy. I hate it. It looks pretty on cottages, but it is a destructive bugger. Thus, the day had come for me to arm myself with my hedge clippers, tree pruner (the type that clips, not saws), and my little rake. I chose to do this after I had shopped in various stores for Sunday’s barbecue. . .four hours of shopping. But, three hours and two twenty-minute breaks later, I managed to get rid of all of the ivy and got the holly bush to a height I can manage until I remove it in the spring. I also cleared the bottom as well as I could, because it is blocking a downspout.
Here is the holly bush. It went up/slightly past the gutter on the back of my garage. The ivy was beginning to cover a third of the gutter. It was also taking up about a quarter of the side of the garage, at the top, down to the middle. It wasn’t invasive enough for me to worry about pulling it off of the garage.
Here is the pile of debris.
And here are the cats watching me on one of my breaks.
The payment for my three hours of hard work was the dinner my mom made for me. Sweet!