I am tired and sore, but the shrubs from Hell outside my door, they are no more.
Sorry. I guess I'm a little slap-happy at this point. Of the six shrubs from Hell that survived the Monkeygirl Mission of Mercy back in July, two are now languishing in the dump. Two others have been relocated.
The bottom line? The shrubs you see in the photo of This D*mn House? That's the only place you can now see them. The front of the house is CLEAR. With any luck, I hope to put the final touches on the plans for the front landscaping by next weekend! It's a very exciting prospect.
The mother is still mourning the loss of the two. One, she cut down last week and I cleaned it up yesterday and carted it off today. After, of course, spending well over an hour digging out the remaining roots. The roots were the problem. The second, I dug up and hauled away today.
Then, I dug up the remaining two out front. I was gentle and kind to them in spite of my loathing. The mother was out there with me, digging, packing, hauling, trimming -- the whole nine yards. (She should have been. She's responsible for the ornery bastards. She has never purchased a single piece of vegetation for this property that wasn't vicious. So vicious, I had to stop midway to dig out an errant thorn that came through the glove to lodge in my hand.)
It was another beautifully glorious day. So it made spending it outside on yard work tolerable at least. At least I feel like I worked off some of the outrageous amount of candy I consumed between Friday and Saturday.