The-Guy-Who-Knows-A-Song-About-A-Chicken has waged war on the tropical paradise that is our backyard. I don't really have good "before" picture because, truth be told, the newspapers carried very little on the events leading up to this war.
It was a surprise attack, you understand, and photographers such as myself had very little time to prepare. But you can sort of see the lush greenery in these photos:
And by lush greenery, The-guy would argue that I mean space hogging ginger and annoying philodendron. Or was that annoying ginger and space hogging philodendron? In any case, where I saw "tropical paradise", he saw "jungle". The sneak attack last weekend:It looks like The-guy will emerge the victor at some point, that's for certain, even though my boy is the only soldier in his army:Because look at the progress so far:Yeah, that big space where garbage can is used to be lush greenery. Or jungle...whichever...
It's okay though. I'm sure it's going to be some kind'a paradise back there, tropical or not. 'Cause The-Guy commands the plants around here. He's in charge, right after God or Mother Nature or whoever he reports to.