For the past 7 years Rob and I have been talking (complaining) about how much work it is to maintain our house. Granted, I’m a bit of a perfectionist, but still. It is flat out overwhelming most of the time. Neither our house nor our yard are ginormous, but they both demand an insane amount of time. First of all, the people that owned the home prior to us were master gardeners so they thought it would be cool to landscape the shit out of the yard. Second, they planted ivy EVERYWHERE! At first I was like, “I love ivy. Ivy is so charming.” And then we asked these gardening people about it and they all had this look of panic on their face when one of them said, “Ivy is very difficult to manage. It can take the shingles right off of your roof!” Good Lord. They weren’t lying. Rob has to cut crazy amounts of ivy during the spring and summer. Ivy that has made its way under our shutters and even into our basement windows. How lucky are we?!
We’re also lucky enough to have multiple fruit trees, which yes, give us lots of privacy and shade. They also give us lots of rotten fruit that falls the ENTIRE year. I’m not kidding. I’m still picking up apples. Oh, and let’s not forget about the ground cover that plants its seeds all over the yard. Ground cover now grows wherever the hell it feels like growing.
I should be thankful for having such a wonderful home, it’s true. Sometimes we actually get it to look like this and I’m even more thankful.