Late last summer, the yard was so overgrown on the west side that it was nearly impossible to climb through the brambles to harvest grapes. By then I was tired of having a yard, and weeding a yard and picking plums and apples and pears in the yard and trying to figure out what to do with all that fruit from the yard. So I gave up on the brambles. I told them, Fine. You win this round. But I will get you in the spring when I am stir crazy.
Well, it's not yet spring, but close enough. We've been stir crazy for a few weeks here. So this afternoon, after the morning dusting of snow had melted and the ground was soft, we all went outside. I found the leather gloves and the large and small branch clippers. And I took on those brambles.
And after three hours of digging and clipping and pulling, I got cold and came in. But the brambles, and the neighbors' holly from under the fence, are about half way gone.
Maybe next spring I will take on the other half.
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