Sunday was beautiful.
Got the Sunday Times after going out for breakfast, but the day was too lovely to stay inside and read after so many months sitting in front of the fire. We probably only hit 50 degrees, but the sun was shining so brightly that if you mixed in some physical activity, it was t-shirt weather.
As a Virgo, I tend to like order and neatness. It drives me a little batty when something is missing or out of place. I’m not super-organized, but I like aesthetically, I like things clean.
We had a doozy of an ice storm in December and it took a pound of flesh from my willow tree.
ice, ice baby
I’d been staring at the broken limb all winter, wondering how I’d be able to get it down without hiring a professional. The limb weighed several hundred pounds and hanging on by a thin wooden hinge.
Sunday was the day to come up with an answer.
I would tie the bottom of the limb to my truck and just rip it down! If I wasn’t crushed to death, this was certain to work! I must admit, the danger and uncertainty of the situation got me all hepped up on goofballs. Fun stuff.
Here’s a few photos of the sequence.
towing strap (more uses than you can imagine) fastened to branch
the crashing sound of success!
many hours later, a pile of firewood
It took me over five hours of heavy labor to do the job. When I sank into the couch that night, I was exhausted and my back was aching.
But beneath the surface discomfort, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Now each time I look out from my deck, or enter my driveway as I return home, I see the fruits of my labor. Neat and clean. A product of my sweat.
Sure, I could have paid someone a couple hundred bucks to do the job. That would make sense and I could have worked on more important things.
But would have missed the point completely.
There is fun in the doing.