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Last spring was not fun. My left shoulder was a huge bother and it made it difficult to work in the yard. I needed up with shoulder surgery for rotator cuff in July.
Last year the PT told me that pruning the yard was out. It became a heyday for the blackberry brambles and the ivy. Many heard me talk about our house being like the castle that Briar Rose was held hostage in.
As we are getting ready to put the house on the market this spring, getting the yard in shape is a priority. I have discovered that if I limit myself to a one yard debris container, it makes the work a bit more manageable.
It’s expensive to hire out. I don’t know anyone who has goats. The blackberry vines are vicious. They really want to protect their territory. As I was chopping and putting into the container today, I felt the ooze of blood where I was attacked. But I also heard the tap-tap-tap of the woodpecker and the whirr of the hummingbird.
Gardening use to be fun. I would garden for eight hours. But these days, it’s hard. My shoulder is healed but I still need to show a measure of caution.