Preston hates ivy too.
Side yard cleared out in preparation for future vineyard. Concrete pavers form another path to nowhere. Just like my career.
The rain permeable patio is nearly completed. I keep bonking my head on the orange tree branches when I walk on the patio.
Trees and shrubbery in the holding area awaiting their final homes. Like waiting in line for Space mountain. (Or death row, depending on who you talk to.)
All gone! With only a tell tale mulch ass print as proof it was there.
To celebrate the annihilation of the mulch pile, I ate tomatillo braised pork loin.
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