So I still own my old house in Baltimore from back when I lived there, and we had a management company looking after the place, but they flaked out during the pandemic, and… Well now we know I guess.
The mailbox remembers cicada season.
That crack in the back wall was not there before.
Yeah, so you open the back gate and I guess there’s a portal to a sylvan otherworld now?
I think I saw this happen in an episode of Doctor Who?
There’s a whole Christmas tree back here somehow?
Doctor Livingston, I presume?
Having excavated my way to the porch, I discovered someone had allowed a desk to return to nature. Not clear how it decomposed faster than the Christmas tree.
I ran out of lawn bags and also blood glucose, but I did manage to render the back yard passable and knocked the bush down below the level of the fence.
Then Leah came back the next day and actually finished it.
The biggest part of the walkway blockage was a vine full of purple berries.
I look like I went Lady Macbeth on The Grimace.
I’ve had that shirt roughly the same amount of time I’ve had the house. They’ve held up about equally well.
actually pines are notorious for slow decay, if it is fast/normal rate for other woods then thats a good indication you’ve got a blight of some kind or another.
actually pines are notorious for slow decay, if it is fast/normal rate for other woods then thats a good indication you’ve got a blight of some kind or another.
ps were the mulberrys edible?