They were calling for rain but it didn't happen until late afternoon. We even had a sliver of sun for a few minutes in the morning so we grabbed the chain saws and got to work. That's not a tree The Mister is working on. That's only a limb that fell a few months ago on top of the trees we were trying to clear.
It was damp and chilly so Pup got bundled.
It was a muddy mess out there. I was very thankful for my Croc boots. I love them. I just throw them in the tub and they are as good as new.
My main job was to make sure The Mister didn't cut off an appendage or two. I pretty much just stand there and watch and hand him things when he needs them. It's hair raising business. The Mister is quite the daredevil. Here he is with a chainsaw in his hand while perched on a pile of logs. He's an accident waiting to happen but he won't listen to my protests.
It took some heart stopping wrangling but he got that big limb on the ground and in pieces.
Now we have a mess where that giant limb used to be. Splitting and stacking will happen as soon as the weather improves. It's already raining again.
The Mister's ritual is a beer and a cigar up on the deck to celebrate surviving the day. I don't know how he does it but I'm glad he does. I spent the day imagining the mess I would have had to clean up if he didn't.