Chop, chop, chop

The pecan branches are chopped up and stashed on the woodpile, and a lot of the weeds fell to the Weed-Eater™.  L went out a little later and finished the edging I didn’t get to; tomorrow, if the cut grass dries enough, I can rake it.  I tried out the post driver on the one post that wasn’t sinking, and I think I’ve discovered that it won’t cut through roots, no matter what.  Now I get to ponder whether I’ll dig down to the root and try cutting through it with the chain saw, or just move the post.  The first may be easier, in the long run.

 

Eva Perón perverts the Japanese mouse.  Fnord.

About Marchbanks

I'm an elderly tech analyst, living in Texas but not of it, a cantankerous and venerable curmudgeon. I'm yer SOB grandpa who has NO time for snot-nosed, bad-mannered twerps.
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