Barbarian Tree Slayer
April 11th 2004 by Leisa in general
It was yard-work weekend. What beautiful weather we had for it. Paul is absolutely nuts and has blood lust for tree limbs. Look at the look of glee on his face in the first picture! I wish it was not so blurry. Our front yard is a pile of slayed branches. My favorite moment was when the limb he was working on crashed down and broke the one he was standing on. I spent most of the first evening glaring up at him with my arms crossed waiting for the need to call 911. I wonder how Eula (Paul’s Mom) survived so many years. Saturday our neighbor Mark drank beer and directed the branches falling. Paul just admitted to secretly calling his saw, the “saw of kings” when he takes it in and out of its sheath. (The “saw of kings” spent the winter rusting in the back yard.)