Not having the resources to hire someone who actually knows what they are doing, I am tackling this long neglected project myself. This may yet prove ill-advised, but so far (aside from the self-induced aches and pains), the results are starting to look like the vision I had for the place.
At first we rather liked the wild look along the back fence, especially since it takes about 100 years for a tree to grow around these parts. The privacy afforded by the wild abandon of spruce, lilac and some other nice smelling flowering tree was quite lovely.
But the inevitable competition led to eventual deaths. The lawn was first, or at least first noticed. The ensuing clouds of dust that billowed up every time I ran the lawnmower over the area of sparse lawn closest to the stand of spruce is what inspired me to define the boundary between lawn and tree with a pleasingly shaped edging and the removal of turf beneath the trees.
Of course, this caused the dominoes to start tumbling.
It wasn't until I was wedged into the tree line, hoe in hand, removing turf, that I noticed all the dead branches. Many of them were deep within the hedge or were confined to the inner branches of the spruce, so not immediately noticeable, but all I could think of, besides how shitty it looked, was that one errant spark would send the whole back yard up in a blazing conflagration. Out came the clippers and the long-handled branch cutters.
Now that there is a massive pile of dead branches occupying most of the back yard, waiting for me to find a method of disposal, I have no choice but to return to the painstaking, painful, and painfully boring task of removing the rest of that turf.
And if I haven't learned my lesson by the time I finish the backyard, I also have plans for the front.
When was the last time one of your projects got out of control?