This afternoon I peeked out the window at my back porch. The back porch is usually a total disaster. It has ivy that grows everywhere at a rate you wouldn’t believe. Keeping it well trimmed is a big job, even for such a little patio – and I’m allergic to the ivy.
I used to tank up on Benedryl and just suck it up and cut it back, but these days even 10 minutes at the task not only starts to affect my breathing, but pretty much wipes me out for the day. I can keep up a few flower pots, but that’s the extent of my green thumb.
I’d asked the landlord to suggest someone to hire to cut it back. I’d put out a few feelers, but every plan for some help has fallen through.
Then today I looked out and little elves had come and cut back all the ivy, pulled out a particularly large and particularly sick bush – I could just cry.
I’ve felt like the neighbor that doesn’t mow their yard. The patio has been such a source of embarrassment. I’m so grateful to whomever has come along and helped me out.