No, that's not a typo. What is a treed you ask? Well the other day Mark and I were in the backyard with Construction David, thinking about all of the work ahead of us, when we got to talking about the existing foliage.
"You know what that is, don't you?," said David as we looked at a less than beautiful flowering tree to the right of our sliding door. I fumbled through my knowledge of California native trees, and came up a little short.
"That right there is a weed!"
Yep, we have weeds that have trunks and have grown upwards of 12 feet tall. I call them treeds. I'm sure it's going to be uber fun digging those babies up. I feel a lot better knowing that they are weeds, because I wanted to dig them up and felt a little bad uprooting trees, but they're treeds, so it's okay.
That backyard is going to be some undertaking. We've got a giant palm tree stump that will need to be drilled or dug out, a pond-like thing (not entirely sure what it is/was) that has been filled with dirt, and a do-it-yourself built in grill/smoker that was not very well thought out. That's a burnt wood door flanking the side of the smoker, and an interestingly placed bungee cord on top...