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As planned, we spent the bulk of our day yesterday sawing, hauling, and sweating while trying to avoid the poison ivy and scary-looking flying insects that seemed to have an invested interest in the freshly exposed wood of the willow tree. There was evidence that carpenter ants had taken up residence in part of the decay that had been blasted open by the first large limb that gave way last summer.

I sure am glad I got the back pasture mowed the day before. We took another crack at cutting off the weeds before they could go to seed, hoping to give the grass of that field an ongoing advantage. Research revealed that mowing regularly can be the best way to prevent the pasture from being overtaken by undesirable weed propagation when purposely avoiding the use of toxic chemicals.

It always looks so great when freshly cut. Unsurprisingly, the weeds show up soon after because they grow taller faster than the grass. We repeatedly battle the emergence of Queen Anne’s Lace, Sour Dock, and Thistle among others.

With that mowing project behind me, it was all hand saws, chainsaws, and hauling yesterday.

That’s a lot of wood that needed cutting and even more long branches pointing in every direction that needed to be dragged away.

In all fairness regarding the state of Cyndie’s garden, the long, hot, dry spell we have suffered this summer is responsible for putting it under stress before the tree fell onto it. Smothering it with willow branches just made a bad situation worse.

I’ll close with a memory of how beautiful the garden was earlier this summer. Those were the days!

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