It's A Jungle Up There

This, I'm afraid to say, is the jungle that has grown at the end of my garden. The branches in the middle belong to an ancient apple tree now crippled by canker and years of neglect. I live in a street called Orchard Avenue so virtually every house in this street has or had an apple tree in the back garden left over from before the houses on this estate were built in the late 1950's. The first half of the garden before the huge fir tree is just about okay, we can cut the grass and trim back the beach hedge but the garden behind there is chest deep in brambles and clouds of nettles and bindweed - it's now become too big a problem to grapple with on our own. The bullet will have to be bit at some point and that day is fast approaching (or may well have already passed!). I'm trying to think of it as a wildlife haven, and I'm sure we've had foxes and hedgehogs up there in the past, but it will have to be tackled. I do find it strangely beautiful as well though - especially on days where it's been raining and then suddenly the sun breaks through and the sunlight falls in gorgeous abstract patterns on these virulent plants, transcending them into something else, even it is for only a fleeting moment or two.