Half of our backyard is covered in ground ivy, which climbs the trees and sucks some of the life out of the trees. The arborist told Frank that all we have to do is cut the ivy from its roots on the ground and it will die on the tree. So today, Memorial Day, Frank and I spe
nt part of the morning as 'woodsmen' cutting the ivy loose from the trees. In a sense, we are girdling the tree ivy.
Frank cutting the ivy from the base of the tree.
We cleared ivy around the base of about ten trees in the yard (we have some 38 trees!). The only one we didn't work on is coming down on Wednesday when the arborist's crew comes to remove it (it is hollow for five feet at the base and is a hazard in a windstorm and we'd rather have it come down than be sued by neighbors after it falls!
So this is what the ten trees look like now: shorn of the roots of the ivy. In a week or so, the ivy will die off, turn brown and be pulled down and discarded. We got better at it as we worked. The tree below is one of the first ones we did.
Who knew we would acquire these skills when we moved into the Norman Avenue house?! What other skills sets await us?
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