There's no going back

Now we've done it.  And really done it.  There's no going back. 

There was a time when I'd get up in the morning, stumble around the kitchen making coffee and then, clutching my cup in two hands, artificially introduce myself to the day while staring out the kitchen window at this:

All in all, not a bad way to wake up.  But then, this arrived:

And look what it did to a perfectly good chicken coop!

There aren't going to be anymore chickens in this coop.

Okay, so it wasn't actually a perfectly good chicken coop.  Admittedly it was in need of repair, to the point that even some rats who had previously taken up residence in it had decided to move on. Perhaps it was an issue with the room service and lack of regular meals. Anyway, we decided that the chicken coop had to go.  And the co-dependent green house.  It was definitely time for the green house and the grapevines to establish some independence from each other. Learn to stand on their own two feet (or collapse, as the case may be). And then, of course, the cyanide-leeching pressure treated posts for the fencing around our future organic garden had to go. And then some unfortunately located trees.

End result? A large open expanse of soil, turned over and awaiting tilling.  As I said, there's no going back now.