Yesterday Zac went in there with his chainsaw and wreaked some havoc. This “weed” that was beginning to look like a “tree” had grown taller than the retaining wall and it needed to ho away to compost land before it became the job of a professional. So my big man Zac took charge and together we hauled it away. Together we ripped down trumpet vines, and generally stopped the back of the building from looking like an abandoned castle. I wish I had pictures to post of us butting the final polish on the brass fixtures, but I fear those days are going to be few and far between. I think for every 30 days worked you might complete an aspect of the greater goal. Worthy of the kind of picture that makes people genuinely impressed. The other days they just kind of shake their heads and thank the powers that be for their office job.
This is Zac, with the tree down, before the backyard remodel.
This is after the gentrification.
Ok, maybe gentrification is a strong word.