Last weekend when we were doing the big scrub clearing job – using, alternately, a bush saw and a pair of secateurs – our young neighbour came over and offered us the use of one of these:
Holy moly – talk about awesome. We couldn’t believe the size of branch they just chomp through – like the proverbial knife through butter. (Something like 40 – 45mm diameter.) I had a go, but thought I’d better when my ‘iffy’ shoulder started twingeing a bit. (And I did end up paying for my gardening exertions during the week.)
Well, today Himself went out and bought us one. We’ve still got lots to clear, front and back, so it’d be a worthwhile investment, we thought. So much quicker than a saw. And it’s got a butt-kicking name to match … “Heavy Duty Ratchet Anvil Lopper”
Only problem is, I think he might have to hide it from me.
This afternoon I got impatient waiting for him to chomp off a couple of branches that were getting in the way of the clothesline.
But once I started I couldn’t stop!
How can I put it? It’s just very, VERY addictive. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp. Shoulder twinge. Meh.. what the heck. Chomp. Chomp. Chomp.
(I’m not sure what that says about me!)
I told myself a few times to ‘put the lopper down, and step away’… only to find myself, 20 minutes later, back out there again, hacking into ‘just a few more branches’.
It’s not that it’s too much being pruned, it’s just that it’d be pretty stupid to spend the next week (again) dosing up on voltaren for my dodgy shoulders and elbows.
Needless to say, with the cuttings left over from Himself doing a Heavy-Duty-Ratchet-Anvil-Lopper blitzkrieg late last Sunday, and these exploits of mine this afternoon, we already have another trailer load worth of green waste to take to the tip first thing tomorrow.
Then Himself got home from a driving lesson with Ms 16, and I think it has some sort of hold over him too, because he spent the last half hour of daylight hacking away out the front again.
(Make that TWO trailer loads!)
Guess what we’ll be doing tomorrow…