Sunday, June 23, 2013
An afternoon of trimming errant bushes and pulling endless vines
After several hours of a really strenuous workout, it was good to take a break.
A mid-afternoon downpour added some extra weight to the debris. Unhelpful.
These stone steps had disappeared completely under a thick layer of
English ivy and Virginia creeper. It was time to take control.
It felt good working with the same rake my grandfather had used
nearly one hundred years ago.
JPH: John Patrick Hallahan, my beloved grandfather and early mentor.
Miniature wild roses rambling among the ferns.
