Considering our backyard was untouched for a year and a half, when my boyfriend and Tony first moved in to the house in Newtown, it was not in terrible condition. Sure, the branches had overgrown and claimed any open space to form a canopy and the spider webs thick enough to have been weaved by Spiderman, but it was not unmanageable. All of these little annoyances are a small price to pay for the fact that in the Inner West, houses actually have decent sized backyards. Only 15 minutes from the heart of the city and with a complete garden, best of both worlds actually.
Coming back to the taming process of our suburban jungle, it took 3 grown men a couple of hours to get the backyard to its present form. The motivating effects of beer and music cannot be ignored in this process. Beer, the great catalyst for accomplishing unpleasant tasks shone like gold once again.
This post is dedicated to the efforts of the men involved. Marty, thank you for organising it and putting in a hard day’s work. Ollie and Big Al, you guys did an awesome job pruning, cutting and cleaning. Thanks heaps!