Well today I spent about 5 hours cleaning up the yard from the last two or three storms. The largest part of the damage was from a combination snow/ice storm in February. The rest have fallen when we had storms with very high winds.
Our pines were planted as freebies when the housing development was built in the 1970s, so they are tall, lovely and — unfortunately — wind-grabbers. The branches are not too large, but there’s a lot of them. And unfortunately, when an upper branch breaks and falls, any branch beneath it in its path to the ground gets taken out too.
I started working on the branches a few weeks ago when it was finally warm enough to work and not freeze… AND when I had a day off during daylight, with no rain, etc. It took me most of an afternoon to do one small pile and and I swore that my next round would be with power tools.
So this morning Bearded Brewer got me connected to the chainsaw (it’s a little electric one) and away I went. I have to say that after whizzing through limb after limb, racking up piles of 3-4″ diameter logs, I was feeling pretty good. POWUH!!!!! I liked it. It also didn’t hurt my energy level to be working on a low humidity, partly sunny day, with the birds singing their hearts out in the back yard. Sweet.
I have always teased my husband about his power tools. After all, this was the person who discovered that my ‘Squeezo’ applesauce maker could utilize a power tool. Simply remove the hand crank, put on an adjustment for the right size bolt, and he and his cordless drill cranked out applesauce faster than I could catch it!
But today, after the wear and tear on my arms, I have to agree. Power tools are da bomb.
And here’s what it got me…
YEAH. I DID THAT! Cut. Tied. Stacked. Ready for recycling.