So the lady that owned my house before me made some....interesting choices with the yard. Since last summer (this is what I get for buying a house in the winter, before I could see what a nightmare the yard would become) I’ve lived in an almost literal jungle. There’s bamboo. I live in New England. Bamboo is not a problem I should be dealing with. However, yesterday, some actual saints (landscape contractors) came at 9AM, and by 6PM, it’s like a totally different house.
And, from the same spot, 9 hours later: