The Legend of Weedy Hollow

So, I know, you must be thinking that we gave up and sold the house to the highest bidder and are drinking margaritas and eating quesadillas in Mexico by now. You couldn't be more wrong, but we have been busy. 


We are at the house now. SuperMoto has been here a week and is leaving tomorrow night for a venture out for work and then will be back in a week and a half. I will be here working in the Hollow attempting to de-weed. 
Yes, you heard me right, de-weed. (if there is such a word) 

We are overrun with weeds. When we got here our drive was almost completely covered over with tall weeds. There are sections of our property where the 'natural grass' is five feet high. Of course that is just a high spot. The majority of it looks like this. It is about three feet high, super thick, and wet. 


I started mowing a few days ago and there is so much of it and it is so wet it takes me forever, not to mention the rocks and the tiny pieces of wood that I am mowing over. That is an entirely different story for sure. 


The one good thing to come out of this is that SuperMoto generally does different yard-work than mowing because the mower is the only outdoor tool that I can pull the starter cord on. So, by default, I am the mower. If I mow as much as is going to be required on a seasonal basis I will lose the extra and then gain some muscles as the terrain is a challenging and it is basically like climbing up hill repeatedly pushing a weight belt in front of you instead of wearing it! Wahoo for weeds!!