A few years back one of our trees lost yet another branch. That’s one thing about Midwest storms—even if the winds don’t rotate, they can still be mighty ferocious. And somehow we had gotten this far into homeownership without a chain saw. (We don’t have a pickup truck yet either, but we do have a Chevy Silverado Sub that comes in handy, so maybe that sort of counts.) Bob basically looked out the window with an inward groan, since all he had was an axe, and this limb was definitely more than a simple axe job.
Out my faithful husband goes with what he had in his hand to begin the arduous clean up task. Before long, here Continue reading “Pickup truck optional”