If I want to keep The House on the Hill looking top notch, I have to get my hands dirty working on the Great Lawn and the Side Gardens.
You all know how difficult it is to mow the grounds, and this Summer, I’ve had the additional issue of the Bamboo Jungle.
On the side of the house not visible in the above photo, a might jungle of bamboo has sprung to life. I ripped it all up last month, but much of it was back last week, so I yanked it all up again. Grueling work that left me dripping with sweat, and saying things about bamboo that I simply cannot repeat on a family friendly blog.
Guess what I did this morning after running 4.25 miles and mowing the lawn? That’s right, Modern Philosophers, I was destroying more bamboo invaders. Luckily, though, there wasn’t much new stuff, but it was enough to work up a sweat.
As a result of all this yard work, I had quite the pile of bamboo stacked in front of the wishing well. It was blocked from view by a large bush and a tree, but I knew it was there and it was bothering me.
Today, it was finally time to put me out of my misery…
I’ve lived in Maine eleven years now, and had only been to the dump once. No, Modern Philosophers, it was not to dispose of a body. There are swamps for that…
To be honest, I didn’t even know how to get there.
As long as we were going on a dump run, I might as well take advantage of the opportunity to get rid of some other stuff.
He was well rewarded for his kind gesture. Let’s just say there are some Bud Lights chilling out in his fridge on this hot Summer afternoon.
I had worked up such a sweat loading and unloading the truck that I had to take another shower when I returned to The House on the Hill.
I know I am. It was a load off my shoulders (and my property) to get rid of that bamboo.
Hopefully, it’s at least another eleven years before I head to the dump again.