Recently I spent all day on a pruning out in our yard. Using our manual "hedge" clippers, I trimmed every single bush, branch and tree. There are quite a few evergreens and bushes that need constant maintenance in our front and back yard. So, bug up my rear, I started the trimming.
We worked all day up until about 4pm. The kids would pick the leaves up and put them in the brown bags that we pay to send off with the garbage man. Ben sat chilling in his stroller,(not all day, don't worry!!) Bigdogg did most of the picking up, as I Edward Scissorhanded my way around the entire yard.
Standing on ladders, and crouching beneath the "brush" was a great way to spend the day.
The day just flew by-and yet;
My fingers were swollen.
My hands hurt.
My arms ached.
My shoulders were throbbing.
It got to the point that I couldn't even smoke a cigarette- my hands were shaking from the manual cutting.
I started cleaning the garage next-mainly due to the fact that I was looking for an old high school photograph. Now, we've been in our home here since December, but unfortunately, I haven't found the right place for a few boxes that are out in our garage.
While moving boxes around I stumbled across something the previous home owner left behind-electric hedge trimmers.
Maybe I should have cleaned out the garage first...........
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You can imagine how crusty I was after that experience.