Brent laid down some new fence during our dry months. It’s unbelievable that he managed to get posts in the cement limestone we call “the ground.”
There are a fabulous cluster of trees in need of a blackberry trim to close a part of the fence which I went after this morning. I love, love the old oaks. It brings me great joy to free them of crappy weeds posing as trees.
Down you go blackberries … And your spiky cronies too.