Getting back to the Fall clean up, each year I try to remove two or three ugly and super high-maintenance bushes (seriously, I can't help but wonder if at one time a groundhog lived here judging from the digging and planting that has been done!).
I removed one of the smaller ugly bushes yesterday and dragged the 50-lb plus root ball to the curb and saved the bigger of the two bushes for today.
As luck would have it, I was just in the process of trying to rip out the last couple of big roots on the 75 plus pound ball of mud and roots when a super-fit (and not bad looking) guy who was jogging by stopped to see if I needed a hand. Oh yes, talk about timing. He ripped those last roots out with little effort and slung the entire root base over his shoulder and walked it to the curb for me.
Thanks Good Samaritan! Talk about timing!