Twelve trees in front, a dead one on the side, a split and dangerous one out back and a grove of dying dogwoods... seemed like a good idea at the time. In progress though... oh, what were we thinking? My poor yard. My poor ears.
I'm trying to tell myself it's just that ugly phase before the beauty comes back, like when I paint and get to the ugly phase. Or whatever. Only it's not just another coat of paint to fix thing... this is going to be a lot of work.