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We built our house in a farm field. 
blocked off areas for the downspouts, (filled them with some rocks from our property) boxed in the rest of the flowerbed and ordered seven and a half tons of that lovely black topsoil to fill it! 
The areas that contained the meter and air conditioner were filled with wood chips to make it easy for any maintenance in the future. 
They had already drilled holes for pounding the rebar through to hold them in place. 
Next they outlined a smaller box inside the picnic area for a fire pit. Once it was “nailed” in place they ripped the plastic out of the fire pit area and lined it with…more rocks from our property. 
(Notice the theme of recycling the rocks) 
Last but not least, dumped in the wood chips. 
We were desperate to get rid of the mud and have use of our yard in all seasons. Yes, it grew even through the drought last spring and summer. We did a lot of watering! 
Look! Grass! 
The fence made it difficult to trim and keep the ditch area looking nice. They wanted to get at it before the weeds grew and the poison ivy would get them.
The posts were buried in half frozen clay and mud making it tough to move them. They decided to get my husband’s wood mall and use the flat side to pound the posts into submission. After braking the suction of the mud and loosening the grip of the frozen ground they could pull them up rather quickly. 
The fence was another story. There was no secrete weapon to loosen it or make it give up it’s precious home in our ditch. It had to be dealt with using brute force and know-how. Both my guys pulled out, bent up, and cut up that old fence. Some of it is still incased in the clay soil, 8 inches deep or more, because it just wouldn’t budge. 
they went back out to finish off the barbed wire beasty. It took another couple of hours to dislodge the post and wrestle the fence out of the clay. Finally, victory was theirs and it felt good! 
Now all they had to do was clean it all up. But, how do we dispose of it? That was the next task. The guys stacked it all on a sled, tied it up, and dragged it to the end of the driveway. They threw a tarp over the sled and put chunks of cement on the tarp edges to hold it down. We didn’t know how long it would take to find a way of disposing of it. My husband had the idea to call my dad, who knows about what scrap yards take and what they don’t. We gave him a call and within twenty minutes he was in our driveway to pick it up. Praise the Lord! 
My husband noticed his wrist itching a couple of days after ripping out the fence. Sure enough, it was poison ivy. 
Poor guys.
But it didn’t stop at his wrist, no, it was on his back, his neck, under his eye, under his nose, in his ear. 
It didn’t stop with my husband, either, it had to attack Bubba too. He’s got it on his wrists, neck and face as well. So, off to the Redimed they went to see what could be done. They were given medicine and hopefully it will start working soon. We’ll see who gets the last laugh, did I hear someone say . . . weed killer . . . (Mad laughter fills the air as they plot their revenge on their sinister foe.)
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Mar. 22, 2008 - Melissa - MI Designs