Battling Ivy Not long after we bought our house 13 years ago, my wife planted some ivy to grow along the brick chimney. It grew thick and lush as it scaled the brick. A few years ago, however, it began to spread its tentacles, clinging to the siding. We would occasionally trim it back to keep it looking nice and neat, but we also liked the overall look of the spreading leaves.
Friday evening, I pull into the driveway to find my wife toiling with piles of vine on the ground. She had ripped much of the lower branches from the side of the house.
"Look at this," she said, pointing to the guttering and soffiting at the juncture of roof and chimney on the south side of the brick. The ivy had wedged itself between the trim and soffiting, and had pushed the soffiting away from the rest of the house.
Crap, I thought. Home repair time. I hate home repair time.
"It's even worse on the other side," she said, and we walked, gazing skyward, to observe.
Yes, it was. The tentacles of ivy had thrust under the soffiting and pushed it almost completely away from the house.
So, Dyann and I spent the weekend yanking strands of ivy off the house, then scrubbing the nasty ivy suction stains from the wood siding and brick, and then straightening and replacing soffiting. We worked till dust Friday, then worked all morning Saturday.
At least I had a legitimate excuse for not getting any writing done. I did type up a few notes Saturday afternoon, however.