It took about 12 hours of solid work by Jeff (my partner) and I to clear a space at my parent’s property. We started by moving a compost pile that was about the size of two deep freezers. Then we cleared brush, cut down a few small trees, and bundled the branches up for pickup. A large garden had to be transplanted, and while it was frustrating to move such things as three tiger lilies over to a place that had about forty more, I understand my mom’s decision to want them saved.
So hostas, bee balm, echinachea and other assorted flowers all got moved. I refuse to move forget-me-nots or lilies of the valley. They’re a dime a dozen, and spread like weeds. It’s criminal that stores sell them in small pots for around $3.00.
We schlepped quite a few loads of rotten planks and fallen tree limbs which we’ve paid to have taken away. I got to use the chain saw and that was fun.
Then we got to the ivy covered things: bed springs, thirty year old rotten tables and chairs, and a large fishing net stuck in the ground. And that’s where we struggled. I call it garbage, my mom calls it art. Some things got moved to another garden, some things went out to the trash. It was fine compromising by everyone. I have to always be aware that though this is my dream, it’s my parent’s place. It’s a fine balance. The temperature was wonderful and the bugs weren’t bad, but the sweat poured down our backs. My husband loves to swim even in freezing temperatures so it was an easy dive into the lake to cool off. I dipped in my toe, made it to my knee, then beat a hasty retreat. I’m happy to wait for summer when the water is warm and I’ve got no cares in the world. My parent’s place is about a 2.5 hour drive away which makes it tough to pop in to do some final cleanup, but it still has to happen. We’ll need to cut back some of the brush in the driveway so the trailer can be backed in easily. The photos don’t do the Herculean task justice.