Anywho . . . there was this song that played during your ride that just pretty much repeated the phrase "It's a jungle, it's a jungle, it's a jungle out there!" Well, when we were clearing up, "gardening," our front yard, that song kept popping into my head. It was a jungle. A jungle of ivy, awful awful ivy. (Hence, the title of this post. . . it's NOT a jungle out there any more!)
I'm talking about this ivy.
As you might be able to see, we had ivy growing around the edge of the stairs and even up the wall on the left. The ivy was strangling our monkey grass, which is already pretty resilient. And, at least in my opinion, it was ugly. And boring. (I want a fun yard!)
So, Chris and I decided early on that the ivy had to go, and the first warm weekend we had in DC we got to work. I trimmed the ivy away. Chris hacked the ivy away.
|Check out those roots!|
But, then our front yard was free from ivy and looked like this. (Ivy-free, yipee!)
|Look! You can see the actual ground! Ivy-free, yipee!|
|(our house is on a hill) or (one of us can't hold a camera straight)|
Just cross your fingers that there are no more reports of snow this spring. We want some grass (and not a jungle!)!!