A fine day to resume my role as tree surgeon.
Today’s job taking on the hazel and cherry trees blocking our view.
Argh, nobody told me I’m going bald. Ignore that. Look: I’ve got myself a new gizmo.
It’s at this stage that I wonder what I’ve done. How on earth am I going to get rid of that mess.
But nothing is insurmountable on a Sunday afternoon, when I have a head full of thoughts to keep me busy.
Job done. Rubbish dispatched to the tip. Looks like a brutal cut, but it will quickly grow back.
Next episode: the beloved karayemiş, in desperate need of a severe trim. A monster mission for another weekend.
Last modified: 13 October 2024
