My yard is no longer Clampet-ville.
You probably have to be familiar with American TV in the 60s to understand that phrase but my yard is no long looking like Clampet hillbilly junkyard poor mess.
I was a quality manager of a bucket manufacturer, my daughter had a new puppy that needed a fenced-in yard so rejected buckets filled with sand became a wall fence for a short dog, similar to this…for 5 years…enough.
But these 3 areas are finished and looking great.
I still have work to do here but its looking better. Neighbor over growth encroachment.
And last but not least as this was an 8 foot high over growth…you can see how bad it is still with my Clampet-ville neighbors. Enough already.
And as always, as you go through this day, always remember to be kind. You just might be that bright sunshine for someone’s dreary day.