What we saw? We sawed part of our landscaping. Chain-sawed it, to be precise.
There is this very very limited time frame to clear out this hill we live on. By way of the calendar and Mother Nature, there is about two weeks when we don't have snow and then that everything is greened-in and filled-in, making it nearly impossible to navigate through the over-growth and brush to do what you need to.
Sunday was the day. And we know we wouldn't get to all we needed. I think we got to one-sixth of what we would really like to, and it is not even the entire property, just the hillside that runs along part of the acre.
For full disclosure purposes, the image you see of me at the title is a photo-illustration. The chainsaw was not running. No matter when I touched it, the thing went dead. It's like how I deactivate sodium streetlights when I go near them. Weird, but true.
Mostly the picture was/is for my cousin David, whom I made fun of using a similar device and how I didn't think he'd come back with all appendages. I'm not sure I would have either - and I'm already down an appendix, a femur and one of my nuts had to be augmented, so I really really wanted to keep all my fingers and toes.
Then we just moved part way down the hill, but while it doesn't look like we got too far down (and we didn't), we did clear out a lot. See?
Oh, and of course there was the requisite garbage bag of litter we picked up - usually about 20lbs of crap that folks driving or walking by just toss in our yard. Mostly liquor bottoms and clothes! But yay! This time I found a used condom. I guess I should be kind of happy these losers are using condoms and not procreating, but still.........ICK. And this 20lbs was from the same one-sixth of the yard we chopped down, so you gotta figure there is another 20-40lbs left. And we do this twice per year.
Since we were out there for a few yours in the sun and warmth (another record setting day), I got a little colour and my vitamin D, so all in all, it was a good day.
Song by: Don Dixon
You know, I was going to wax rhapsodic over how manly the whole exercise was, until I read "liquor bottoms." Liquor bottoms? Oh my. Calling Dr. Freud...
ReplyDeleteBut, for the record: still manly. :D
ReplyDeleteYours is bigger, kind of...
ReplyDeleteIt's not nice to boast!
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