|There is supposed to be a staircase in there somewhere!|
While I was away, the vines did what they do best...take over! Man-o-man, turn your back for a week and they go bonkers, growing like mad until you feel like Jane in the jungle. Well, I know I do anyway.
Ordinarily I'm not one to prune much, especially when things are just blooming and insects of all description are buzzing happily about the flowers, but I do kinda have to get to the greenhouse on occasion. So, out came the clippers. I'll admit I was brutal. Had to be! I almost killed myself going through that tangled mess and that wouldn't do. A dead gardener is no use to anyone!
|There are a couple of snipped ash trees in here too.|
Nice stack of clippings for the compost pile. Not that there is room in it anymore. It's way over my head now. I may have to start another one. No big problem. That just means more compost for me to use next year. Unless Mac Pike steals it from me. He swears it wasn't him doing the stealing, but I'm not at all convinced. His garden looks too darn good, in my opinion. I just don't recall using so much of it, so I'm sure someone took it. Again I digress. My apologies.
Let this be a lesson for you vine growers (Julie of Wooly acres, this means you who begged me for several trumpet vines last year and is currently awaiting a delivery from me of wisteria vines. I swear this woman is a glutton for punishment!) Keep the clippers sharp. You'll need them!