Heart of the Garden

I’ve been obsessing about yanking out all the english ivy I planted in my shade garden. It has evolved into a giant green medusa and I finally neglected my other chores today and psyched myself up with a Maori angry face chant and headed for the ivy.

It was starting to climb up the Rhododendron trunk.

I got this gardening weapon for Christmas. It cut through the dense web of roots like budduh.

I put all the ivy on a tarp so it would die and not take up root and ruin another Sunday next year.

Eh. Now for some post-battle wine.