Before and After: Dejungling My Almost Landscape
October 26th, 2021
It’s hard to believe three years have gone by since my wife and I moved from our long-time home (and gardens) in Cumberland County to the suburbs of Pittsburgh.

Me “dejungling” the inherited “landscaping.”
The house we bought was in worse shape than it looked, and we’ve spent a ton of money and sweat equity fixing everything.
The outside has been just as much of an uphill battle, but at least we could see what we got ourselves into there.
After three years of pulling weeds, cutting down dead trees, scratching poison-ivy rashes, lugging wall stones, putting up fences, shooing deer, digging drainage ditches, working compost into Play-Doh-like “soil,” moving mountains of mulch, and finally, planting, I can say the yard is starting to look almost like a landscape now instead of a jungle.
Also that I’m tired. And frequently sore. The good news, though, is that I accomplished all of the above with only one trip to the emergency room.
Things are far enough along now that I thought I’d give you a sort of “before and after” rundown of what I did and why – both to help with any re-do’s you might have in the works as well as for your general amusement (and/or horror, as the case may be).
I should mention right off the bat that the neighbors told us that the previous owners were scarcely outside in the eight years they lived there. They had moved out altogether for the two years before we bought.
I was suspicious about their yard-care acumen the one time I met the previous owner-guy. As we were walking around the yard, I asked him what was under that 4-by-8-foot timber-lined box that was next to the shed and covered with a well-worn sheet of plywood.
He said, “I don’t know,” which I found to be a strange answer for someone who’d been living there for eight years.
It turns out the mystery box was a sandbox from two owners ago. That was clue No. 1 that maybe the recent owners weren’t spending a lot of time out in the yard.
Anyway, let’s start at the driveway leading up to the house…
The steps to the back door split a pair of brick-supported, terraced beds that probably went up when the house was built in the 1950s. When we got there, both beds were overtaken with floppy grasses, seeded-in euonymus, and rose-of-sharons that had grown into a mini-forest, and lots of weeds.
My solution (after first clearing out all of the junky vegetation) was to install a fence (above). One reason was to draw a boundary between the driveway beds and the back yard. Another one was to give some privacy to the back yard. And a third reason was to keep the herds of local deer out of the back yard.
We went with a low-maintenance, white-vinyl fence and used a wooden, gated arbor we brought with us from Cumberland County as the “doorway” into the back yard. We painted it white to match the fence.