In 2017, I already owned two houses and bought a third. My son, Ben, and my granddaughter were living in house #2 after I moved to Seymour and he desperately wanted out of the country. We started looking at houses but kept coming back to one in particular. It wasn’t listed and was owned by my friend named Bonnye.
Bonnye is “environmentally conscious.” She’s still like that in her current house. That’s my nice way of saying it’s my opinion the flowers she loves look like weeds and she doesn’t believe in mowing often. 🙂
The front area of the house on both sides is beautiful when Bonnye’s orange weed/flowers are in bloom — but when they’re not, it simply looks like something you need to take a manchette to… or an overpowered weedeater… which is what we started doing today…
Thinking back on the morning, I’m struck by how differently Ben and I approach outside upkeep on a property. It was evident in our discussions/arguments as we worked together to clean up the yard upon my insistence. For example… I found a wire in the grass between the sidewalk and the road and tossed it to the “pick-up” pile. He looks at me and says, “why are you throwing stuff up here on us from public property?” 🙄
This exchange came AFTER we had to take a hatchet to about 20 maple tree saplings trying to grow right next to the house or in the sidewalk cracks. It was also after I’d wacked a vine close to the ground that was wrapping itself around the sidewalk’s iron bannister. My severing the vine from the ground happened BEFORE he said he wanted to keep it. Ooops!
We plan to go at it again on Saturday. Back yard here I come! As an aside, I wish I owned a brush hog. Other than the multiple Hosta plants (that I love) everything else needs to go.
TIL (Today I Learned): There’s a secret basketball court one story up from the Supreme Court’s 4th-floor library. Storage space was transformed in the 1940’s into the full-sized court not open to the public (taxpayers).