I got to The Property and realized that I had failed to include any power tools. There I was with three, fully charged batteries and no saws.
Improvise, adapt, overcome.
My goal was to work one hour and my stretch-goal was three. I made it 2:45 hours on-task and 3:30 by-the-clock.
A neighbor hailed me 45 minutes into my second hour and offered me a place to sit down and a cold Coca Cola. It would have been ungracious of me to refuse.
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| From near the southwest corner of the Upper Orchard looking north |
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| From the same spot looking east. |
God willing, I will get to where a friend with a brush-hog can go through and shred the odds-and-ends.
Quart of diesel and a couple cold ones would cure that brushpile, too...
ReplyDeleteLots of hard work there. Kudos to you, sir!
ReplyDeleteI have to give Mrs ERJ a lot of the credit.
DeleteShe never begrudges my using sunny afternoons to work in the orchard, even though we are both watching Quicksilver.
Nor does she complain when I come home limping and whimpering like a dog that ran deer all night long.
Oh, to have neighbors like that!
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