Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Where the wild things are...

That describes my yard.

If I turn my back on it, it begins to go wild. I've been battling weeds, spraying poison ivy, trimming wayward hedges, trying to keep the herb garden from going native, removing dead squirrels (actually, delegating said task to hubby), and rescuing chipmunks from the jaws of cats.

But its all waiting for just a few short days of neglect. If I turn my back for just a moment, the wild will return with abandon.

A well ordered yard takes a lot of effort - a half feral yard takes even more.

Whew! I need a tall class of iced tea.

6 comments:

Ocean Girl said...

Hi ICQB, your yard sounds like my yard, except yours is being tender-loving cared :)

ICQB said...

Hi Ocean Girl!

Well, sometimes it's cared for - and when it's not - watch out!

adrienne said...

What's going on with the squirrels?

I not sure I could take on a real yard. I have a teensy-weensy one and I can't keep it under control. They certainly seem worth the effort, though.

ICQB said...

Hi adrienne!

Okay, it was only one squirrel, and only the second to be found dead in our yard in the eight years we've lived here.

I'm not sure if it died a natural death or was the victim of our dog or one of our cats (unlikely, but they may have gotten lucky).

I love my yard - I just wish the weeds didn't love it just as much.

Kim said...

I so sympathise with this sentiment, speaking as one who battles with vegetation and pesky animals daily!

Kim x

ICQB said...

Hi Kim!

I have a lot of respect for everythng you accomplish - at least you have an excuse if your yard is a bit wild. You are one busy lady!