Ever since we bought our house, we have had a love/hate relationship with our yard. We love the size, the in-ground trampoline, the trees (some of them anyway), and the patios. But it has been overgrown and overwhelming ever since we moved into the house almost 2 years ago. Every time James mowed the lawn, he came in saying he wanted to pave the entire yard--he had to spend 10 minutes picking up rotten, worm-eaten apples before each mow, then had to duck under tree branches with the mower, and spend about an hour and a half mowing--and it still looked bad. We tried to weed, clean up, trim, and tidy, but we were in way over our heads. So, this spring we brought in the professionals.
This was our yard in March:
And this is our yard now:
I sometimes feel a little bit guilty that we didn't do the work ourselves, but then I think back to how long and hard the crew worked to do this and I quickly realize that we never could have done it. So, then I just go back to feeling happy.