Ron sawed off a huge branch from the pine tree that was overshadowing the Redbud.

He did it smart, hacking chunks at a time. As a result, there was little damage to the plants underneath.

He had to stop when it started raining and there were warnings of a thunderstorm. Turned out not to be so, but a hazardous task would have been even worse on a wet ladder.

So, now we have a pile of wood to haul to the transfer station. We were able to stuff it all into the truck.

I kept my promise to clean up the kitchen this morning and glad he left it. It’s easier done after a decent night’s sleep.

Washed the truck.

Lizzie trumped last night; Ron washed her blanket. Poor guy, no rest for the weary!