The weekend was spent with a chainsaw and hedge trimmer. We chopped and
trimmed until the days were done, burned an astonishingly large pile of plant
material and a fair few calories too. Today I look like I have a pet wild cat
or self harm issues: scratched, splintered and aching.
PROGRESS IN THE ROSE GARDEN
I have targeted the rose garden first, finding the right hand hedge to
be a bramble and ivy haven, with some substantial conifers in the undergrowth. It’s
all going: much as I love blackberry crumble; I very much dislike the nasty
spiky bramble. Unfortunately the chainsaw broke down before it was excused so
the desired effect has not been cultivated by the time Sunday drew to a
close. Still, I am thrilled by the feeling
of accomplishment and the promise of all the power training I am getting – no gym
membership could possibly compare.
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