One of the cool things about this old farmstead is the lilac bushes. They were brought here on a covered wagon many, many moons ago. So it is with great pain and anguish that I tell this tale.
You see, after 100 years, the bushes have grown to an insane size and they sit directly next to the road.
That alone wouldn’t necessarily be so bad except that they block the view as you’re trying to exit our driveway.
The speed limit in front of our house is only 35 miles per hour, but nobody seems to know that.
They come whizzing along and because of the wooded areas that surround us they don’t even realize our driveway is coming up. We finally managed to get the highway department to put up a sign. But not only do folks around here not know their numbers, they apparently can’t read either.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve nearly been creamed by a reckless motorist coming around those shrubs. Up until now I have refused to remove the shrubs just on principle. I don’t feel I should have to destroy a 100 year old living thing just because modern society has no regard for anything outside of their personal space. But that was before I signed my baby up for drivers ed class.
He’ll be getting his drivers license this summer. We went out and found the closest thing to a Sherman tank we could find for him to drive, but you still have to exit the driveway with the drivers side facing the oncoming traffic.
So with a heavy heart, we started removing some of the shrubs this weekend.
We didn’t realize what we were getting ourselves into. It turned out to be a MUCH bigger project than we anticipated.
But two days later, my baby is safer.
And I’m sure Mrs. Kurtz, the woman who lovingly brought the lilac starts all the way from Kansas on a covered wagon would understand, she had babies too.