Backyard

Behind the house is lovely acre or two complete with gently rolling hills and heaps of bushes and trees.  When we first moved in there were hundreds of hawthorn bushes with their nasty thorns but Bop chopped them all down and burned them in the firepit. Apparently the thorns have a bit of poison on the ends which explains why all our scratches turned into welts. Now for the fun stuff:  I must decide how to turn this yard into a gorgeous garden.