Me and yard work. A love-hate relationship. Yesterday it was love until, while blissfully sawing smaller branches off the old oak, I went after a major limb. Waterloo time. This was the limb about which “as hard as oak” was coined. My hand saw was not the tool for the job. I’m way up at the top of the ladder sawin’ at this thing, and I was up their eight times at least, and it was like iron. When I finally get through it, I’m holding on to it. It’s a beast.

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