
Well, it was actually kinda fun. There were flowers and critters (mostly the buggy type) and a trillion butterflies. The down side was when it died it looked like arse.
I'd mulled over for months how to get it trimmed back, and finally decided that burning it was going to be the solution. I worried tho, because some of it was really high, and would it get out of hand? I didn't want my house to catch on fire or something. LOL.
Gene reassured me it was not going to get out of hand. We set out a plan of attack and decided we would section it off in pieces according to which direction the wind was blowing.
1.5 hours later and I'm surrounded on 2 sides by crispy-ness.

My trees made it ok, after I went around and pulled all the grass out from around them. Or maybe that had nothing to do with it, but it made me feel better anyway.

I'm so looking forward to the grass that will grow up and turn bright green again soon.
For the record, I'm still going to let most of it grow up again, I couldn't resist all the fun we had with it, regardless of how ghetto it was.
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