After they left, I lit out for the territories. No, not really. I strapped on the gloves and went after the rest of the blackberries in my garden. I have a new respect for these plants, after the hard work I needed to get them out. The roots are strong, and they grow for long distances underground. I guess that explains how they seem to pop up out of nowhere, yards away from where they started.
I still have plenty of blackberries, but the ones I left are at the far corners of the acreage, where they aren't choking off the plum tree or the irises. And getting them out of the garden area made it easier to pull up some of the weeds that look so out of place amid the grasses and flowers.
It's a long journey from the overgrown yard I started with (and still have) to the more livable conditions I'm aiming for. I don't know whether I'll ever get there, because I don't know if I have the time and energy ahead of me to stay with it. But as much as I can, I'll keep working, and it'll get a little better every week.