Everything's out to poke me.

Or make me itch.
I made pretty significant progress in slashing the back treeline back to the woods this past weekend. I've resorted to tossing all the old brush and yard clippings into an old  3-sided foundation hidden behind the shed, or putting on the lower original pile that is *huge* at this point. The problem is there's no good place on the property for a burn pile right now - everywhere is too close to something I don't want to burn down - the road, the house, the shed, or trees.
If you remember, a lot of my wood line looked like this:

After trimming and mowing and pulling and a whole lot of rubber gloves and Round-up, I've beaten it back to look like this:

You can see the open spot there on the right, where I cleared a path up into the woods. The very path that the deer used to get to the rose bush (and then relieve themselves.) I threw down some grass seed without much hope that it will grow. I'm hoping it sprouts this fall - it's just too hot and dry for grass right now.
I got from the far edge of the path opening all the way around to the other side where there's a short path to the foundation where I dump the trimmings. I can't go mush further here, as from the dump path to the shed is a solid mass of poison ivy at this point.
That's where I decided that the gloves were coming off. (Just proverbial. That would have been a bad idea. Keep the gloves on.)

I went to Tractor Supply and bought the largest container of special brush killer they had. Came home and spent Sunday morning stalking the property, hosing down the 3-leafed devil everywhere I could find it. If I want to have a garden, I'll have to bring in top soil, but I was just done. Done.
I also mowed the lawn and whacked back some of the brush that was encroaching into the lower lawn, but that's going to take a more concerted effort to control.

I hope all this work pays off next year and I'm some sort of maintenance level with the parts I've done this year.