Kensington, MD, Friday June 5, 2015 — A while back I wrote about my summer project. That is to say, dealing with the overgrown landscaping around our house. The project has become overwhelming. I don’t know where to start or what I should do next, so I give up.
Note the difference between giving up and surrender. This is no surrender. It’s a tactical pause in the action until reinforcements can arrive.
I’m from a family of landscapers. My brother Jack owns both a landscaping business and a nursery store. Now I know its not genetic, or if it is, I got none of that DNA. If having a green thumb is not an inherited trait, then it must be hard work.
Since my family lives 1,500 miles away and can’t come here to bail my talentless backside out of this mess, I hired a local landscape architect. She comes next Thursday. Her job: Tell me what to do and in some cases, how to do it.
Here’s the deal. The front yard and sides are going well. In fact, they are almost done. It’s the tangled jungle in the ‘back 40’ that is the challenge. In addition to the previous description of the hodgepodge mixture of plants that don’t belong together, I found a giant patch of poison ivy mixed in with other ground cover and flowers. Ugh! I have no idea how to kill it. I just know it’s gonna be a fight.