A few trees went missing
A farm always has a post pile.
No more fence. No more briers.
There was stock wire, chicken wire and barbed wire. The posts have been removed to use again. The wire had been sorted for reuse and I am declaring this short ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY FEET of back-breaking, hand-ripping, stinging ant, horrible heat index work done. Hopefully now most of it can be mowed.
The Rose of Sharon can see the sun. Equally happy are the wild strawberries, Dad's Currant bushes, Day lilies. Mom's Irises and Granny's Lilac and the Bridal's Wreath. I only disturbed two irises and they were transplanted. We can see someone driving in!
Happy plants. Happy me.