Cleaning The Garden Spring...

I don't remember when Dad rocked this spring basin but I do remember when a calf fell in.  Dad could not lift it up and out onto the high ground so he broke the front wall to save the calf.  No one ever built it back but we use it.  This is the second largest spring on our place and is used for garden irrigation, a cool drink as we go by and it ambles down the way to join the creek.

Before I began cleaning this spot there were honey suckles, briers and grape vines growing all along the sides.  It was difficult to get to so my self-assigned chore was clear the brambles.  I did good.  I only fell one time!

I forgot the water flow rate but Den can water his garden sufficiently without any loss of pressure or water.  I really don't need to know the rate as long as it's enough.

Here's the measure of my work.

Bonnie helped, too.

An Afternoon's Work

Honey suckle, black berries and poop plants*...

what the birds leave us to grow.

See that small bare spot?

And the work continues as the pile grows.

*Poop plants are what the birds plant when they poop.

Whatever seeds they have eaten seem to grow well.

Playing With New Tools...

Hubby knows the way to my heart...not with flowers...with tools!  After struggling and fussing with my pruning shears and my limb-loppers I am the proud owner of a new pair of each.  Man, are they awesome. They slide through what I'm trimming like a hot knife through butter.

Things are kinda behind around here.  Between Hubby's and Marcy's illness and then my little bout not much  has been done.  I'm finally feeling like I can TRY to catch up.  Those who own acreage know that is never done but we do keep trying.

This is the corner of the front yard with two of the pecan trees Mom and Dad planted when they got married.  Between them WAS a fence.  Now there are a few sections with black berries and Cannas over run with Virginia Creeper, Honey Suckle, Money Plants and varied species of wild things.

Today I began to clean this area.  Each limb clipped and plant pulled was dog inspected.  Each spot dog approved.

Some even helped pick up sticks

while others just wanted a snuggle.

The pile kept growing.  There is an opening again where there once was a path.  The black berry picking will be easier this afternoon.

I haven't even scratched the surface!