Yes, WE WON! (see yesterday’s post for details of our ongoing battle with English Ivy) It was a grueling match until the Love of My Life brought in the power tools. He and the teenagers were plotting and sawing most of yesterday evening. They engineered this beauty:
It might not impress the untrained eye, but with a name like The Ivy Death Rake, we could infer a hint of belligerence on behalf of the creators. Towed behind our mower/tractor, it ripped ivy into submissive shreds.
The guys almost beat their chests in glee on its maiden voyage. There’s nothing more exciting to my men than power tools, and that tractor happens to be everybody’s favorite. (the plumber here this week drooled as he watched the boys zipping at high speed across the field and muttered something about “Cadillac of tractors”)
And then I doused the entire area with herbicide. Three bottles of it.
Shall we pause here for a moment to bask in the glow of a job well done:
We’re all hitting the bottle hard here tonight. The ibuprofen bottle that is!