Can't. Contain. My. Self. I'm too excited to think! There are men in our yard digging. Digging their way to greatness. Well, at least they're digging our yard's way to greatness. This is basically how the yard looked at 8:30 this morning. (That by the way was my very very first post. So that has to show how much it's been weighing on me, right?) And now there's a lot of digging and those bushes are GONE. GONE! Hurrah! Ding dong the bushes are dead! We're so excited because for three years we've been hemming and hawing and wondering what the heck to do about the yard. We couldn't get grass to grow, oh how we tried. (and by "we," I mean "David.") But the gods and the soil and pine needles and the shade were against us. By tomorrow, it should actually look like something nice. When I drive up to the house, I won't think "GOD, I hate this yard." P.S. I just noticed that you can't see the blasted bushes from that angle. But I have other photos. So when the landscapers are done, I'll post some before and after photos. Then you'll be able to fully embrace and understand the excitement.