Forest for the Trees

Until today, when the guys from Grasshoppers® worked their magic, we've let our back yard go [to hell], and the weeds have been really enormous.

Recently, we saw a little bird hopping around with a look on his face that said, "This forest wasn't on the map!"

Birds arriving later will no doubt think, "What forest?"


The most audacious visitors to Weedland were a family of raccoons, whom we repeatedly drove off with loud music from the radio. They didn't appreciate the rap station any more than we did, but a rock station was the one that combined music we could listen to with volume that they couldn't endure.

No birds or raccoons were harmed in this blogpost.