Stalker62
Well-Known Member
Friends of ours (difficult to believe I know), recently migrated down to Cornwall.
Both are professional arborists. Both of them have (for years now) been nagging me to sort out a Weeping Willow.
"It needs cutting back".
"Remember last year we told you that tree needs cutting back?"
You get the picture.
Last week they had to come up to Town on business. They dropped in for lunch.
"Are you ever going to sort the tree out?"
FFS.
Eventually they left, promising to return at Christmas time, and do the damn job themselves. I am by nature an idle man. I am genetically full of inertia, but this sparked me into action.
I explained to MrsS62 that I was going to 'sort' out that tree "once and for all'...
"Why don't you wait for them to come back at Christmas" my wife (almost) pleaded.
No. I am the man of the house, and I will get it done.
So confident in my tree felling skills am I, that I decide I am going to do this by hand. No need to annoy the village with the sound of a chainsaw.
I soon start to see the results of my exertions...
"Take a photo of me and send it to Cornwall!"
I hack down another limb of the tree, and proudly send that image down to Cornwall.
"Tell your husband that he needs to level off those stumps. It is not symmetrical and looks a mess!"
By now I had (thinking the job was complete) packed up and was in my dressing gown.
"Not symmetrical?"
FFS. I will show her 'not symmetrical".
I hurl myself up the ladder with a handsaw and a bubble level. I will made the bastard things symmetrical...
Despite what the photo may imply, the bubble is 'on point'.
I send off that photograph to Kernow - pleased that I have demonstrated I know what I am doing.
Anyhoo.
This morning (in the dark), I walked the dog. By the time I returned home it was light.
This is what greeted me...
This is all I can see...
I did say I am not a real arborist...
Both are professional arborists. Both of them have (for years now) been nagging me to sort out a Weeping Willow.
"It needs cutting back".
"Remember last year we told you that tree needs cutting back?"
You get the picture.
Last week they had to come up to Town on business. They dropped in for lunch.
"Are you ever going to sort the tree out?"
FFS.
Eventually they left, promising to return at Christmas time, and do the damn job themselves. I am by nature an idle man. I am genetically full of inertia, but this sparked me into action.
I explained to MrsS62 that I was going to 'sort' out that tree "once and for all'...
"Why don't you wait for them to come back at Christmas" my wife (almost) pleaded.
No. I am the man of the house, and I will get it done.
So confident in my tree felling skills am I, that I decide I am going to do this by hand. No need to annoy the village with the sound of a chainsaw.
I soon start to see the results of my exertions...
"Take a photo of me and send it to Cornwall!"
I hack down another limb of the tree, and proudly send that image down to Cornwall.
"Tell your husband that he needs to level off those stumps. It is not symmetrical and looks a mess!"
By now I had (thinking the job was complete) packed up and was in my dressing gown.
"Not symmetrical?"
FFS. I will show her 'not symmetrical".
I hurl myself up the ladder with a handsaw and a bubble level. I will made the bastard things symmetrical...
Despite what the photo may imply, the bubble is 'on point'.
I send off that photograph to Kernow - pleased that I have demonstrated I know what I am doing.
Anyhoo.
This morning (in the dark), I walked the dog. By the time I returned home it was light.
This is what greeted me...
This is all I can see...
I did say I am not a real arborist...
