Adding “Tree Surgeon” to My Repertoire; or Night of the Lopper

After taking Abby to the doctor for a check-up, she and I had a fairly down afternoon. It was hot out, and Abby was off her feed, so we napped, and I burned a few DVDs. As evening approached, however, I started feeling the need to be useful, physically active, and outdoors.

I grabbed the limb lopper and headed toward Dorothy’s place. I knew that despite pruning some of the limbs in that direction the other day, there were still a few that needed attention.

Long story short: I must have lopped literally a ton of branches, all of which I dragged off, some for the goats, but most to the brush pile. It took me all of two hours.

The denouement for the evening was to give Jean-Claude Grand Am a bath. Hint: your car doesn’t get its cleanest unless you dry it.

Abby's crepe myrtle in the front yard, which decided to bloom suddenly.
Abby’s crepe myrtle in the front yard, which decided to bloom suddenly.