Agent Orange

"That very night in Max's room a forest grew and grew - and grew until his ceiling hung with vines and the walls became the world all around and an ocean tumbled by with a private boat for Max and he sailed off through night and day and in and out of weeks and almost over a year to where the wild things are."

Maurice Sendak, Where The Wild Things Are

At the front of my house, years ago, there used to be a tidy bit of gravel with an occasional little bush tastefully arranged a la Zen. During the neglectful era of recent times, my Wilderness Years, a jungle has seeded itself there. Not just a few weeds but a substantial beech tree and a thick undergrowth of various adventitious, flowering plants up to about four feet high, the whole sorry green mass tangled together with a web of bindweed. It had started to make opening the front door difficult so some action was called for. My ex wife duly arrived with a car load of tools and the two of us cleared it pretty much.

I can now exit the house but ironically it may be some days before I am able to.