The "Root" of the Problem
I live in a log cabin surrounded by three acres of woods, a place that has a different kind of magic with each season. I’ve lived here for nearly 30 years, and have enjoyed the combination of solitude and close proximity to Route 146 and downtown Uxbridge. It has been a great place to raise a family. If you weren’t looking for my house, and hopefully you’re not, you would probably miss it. And I dig that. But, in the last couple of years I have became more aware of the plant life that was obscuring my view of anything past the edge of our (now drought riddled) lawn, and it began to make me feel more claustrophobic. The natural wall that I had always seen as a protection from the intrusions of the world was now slowly making me feel more and more like a prisoner in my own home. It was time to tackle the immense task of clearing it away. I have no idea what the scientific names for any of these p...