|It was warm enough to work!|
Speaking of smell, hubby brought home some pretty white roses. They are so nice. (He did groceries.) Dorah thinks the Baby's Breath is mushable. She's rubbing her cheek on it every chance she can get. Annabelle sits there and watches her quizzically!
I worked like this for hours in the good old days, but 59 is nearly 60 and I can feel the toll age has on me! I took the opportunity to sit in the sun for a break several time. Saturday, I spent 2 1/2 hours out there, again. I'm working tree-by-tree, hoping to be able to see progress, yet I cannot. Some of the needles, surrounded by ice, have frozen into the snow on the ground. Instead, I had to use the skilsaw to cut up the largest branches and when the battery pooped out, and resorted to lugging the smaller branches to the grassy knoll.
|Wed., the needles frozen,|
it has since melted and/or evaportated
A local contractor, who took down some trees for us last year, reminded me that he could do the work, but I'll plug away every day and hope for the best. I've only broken one nail! Daisy was no help at all. There was a wicked wind, and the ice pieces crash to the ground. She was quite fearful.
Today, Sunday, we are expecting more freezing rain, which is horrible for the trees.
|These flying bits of ice hurt!|
There is beauty in the ice refracting the light, but the sad old pine trees break my heart. They have to be 100 years old. There are more, down in the meadow, with fallen branches but I haven't had the heart to go down there. The walking is terrible in the deep snow.