As December began, I went into the woodlot at the back of our property. I went to work. I wasn’t just sightseeing.
We’ve been in Stone Mountain two years, and I’ve had plenty to do around the house and garden. It took me that long to get to this project, but I’ve been in the woodlot just about every day this month.
The place was so overgrown I began by making a path, cutting through saplings, privet, briars and ivy with a chainsaw. I had to follow my saw. The brush was impenetrable.
Some of trees in the lot are taller than 60 feet. But the forest floor is crowded with light-starved saplings. English ivy, an invasive species that’s thicker than kudzu in our part of Georgia, is all over the place.
I came across a coyote den, abandoned when the old occupants took note of the our German shepherd. On one of the few days I didn’t get into the woodlot, I watched two does grazing.
It’s a lovely place, and I want to make some trails and a place to sit. The Wise Woman is thinking about a she-shed.
I have no hope of getting rid of the English ivy, but I want to clear some areas for native plants. Some Christmas ferns might get started this weekend.
It seems like a good time to mention this project. I brought a yule log in from the woodlot, cut from a downed tree. It might be big enough to burn through the long night.
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