Neighbor Amy pointed out that the ivy should be removed from the old oak tree, and I knew she was right. A year or so ago John took care of it, with one or both of our grandsons, as I remember. The day Amy commented on it, we could see one area where the thick, healthy leaves reached the second or third level of branches. I cut the stems about waist high and pulled the insidious vines both ways. You don’t need to tell me it’s not a victory, only a truce. However, if the present leaves turn brown, I shall wallow in temporary satisfaction.
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