The Maximalist had every intention of tackling the foul mulberries that clutter up parts of the yard with power tools today. I woke up bright and early expecting that Mr. Maximalist would be ready to teach me this skill and that I would be well on my way!
Sadly, I must report that after breakfast he went back to bed.
Perhaps it's my age and exposure to chainsaw horror movies but I have always found the buzzing things to be terrifying. I imagined accidentally maiming myself as it seemed that these things have minds of their own, a la Stephen King. Anyway, I found some old blue saw in the garage and decided to try my luck the old fashioned athletic way. Luck was on my side and I quickly felled several large weed trees and dragged their carcasses out to the road. Lumberjack to the max.
If I had know sawing down things was so easy I'd have started before. The only thing I have trusted myself to use is lopping tools and sharp pruners. This is a revelation of sorts and rather empowering.
The ultimate goal is to spare the ancient pussy willow and rehabilitate it as best I can, while destroying the opportunistic mulberries and whatever those sour smelling things were that are now gracing the curb side waiting for collection. I cannot realize my dream of the cottage garden "look" without removing these nasty intruders and if I cannot successfully enlist male support I must take things into my own hands.
These hands are more capable and stronger that I had guessed.
Coffee break over. Back to work!
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