My dad spent a good 5 hours on Friday cutting down volunteer trees, overgrown bushes, and a bunch of other stuff from our horrid, dog-ruined jungle of a backyard. It was also a very hot day.
One neighbor lent us a trailer, and another their Excursion to tow the trailer. We all helped to haul branches, cut them down, and load it up. It was quite a job.
Dad and our wonderful neighbor took the whole load to the dump on Saturday morning.
The backyard is hardly recognizable. Still weedy and rather out of control, but much less of a jungle. Sunnier. More open. It seems like a miracle of sorts.
On Sunday, Dad helped Marc to measure and hang this old window we bought from a cool secondhand store.
He spent all of today (until it was time to leave for the airport) fixing our leaky bathtub faucets and the drain outside of our laundry room (it flooded for the umpteenth time last night due to a rainstorm).
I lost count of how many trips he made to Home Depot, but I think it was at least 6 in just 3 days.
I sure do love having Sneelock around. And service is the best kind of gift.