It took FOREVER to remove all the ivy camouflaging the house and surrounding beds. It was growing through the brick mortar and windows, climbing into the attic and strangling our trees. The Huz used a machete to get a lot of it off and then I had the oh-so-fun task of wire brushing the ENTIRE house last summer in a heat drought to remove the lingering tendrils. Unless you live in an English country manor with a grounds staff to monitor this green beast, don't ever plant ivy. Ever!
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