A couple of weeks ago I did some pruning in the garden. Then my husband did the same, just he did it with a chain saw.
I had looked forward to a Saturday with no plans where I could clean house (not something I long to do, but something that needs to be done), relax with some knitting and be outside doing ‘things’.
After the four-year-old has kicked us out of bed (literally) at 7 in the morning, we were ready to leave the house at 0845. The supermarket opens at 10 and is 10 minutes away, so instead, we went to the builders store. Apparently my husband needed a chain-saw!
We got a chain-saw and a few other bits and bobs (including pink gardening gloves for the little one).
My dearly beloved started his pruning by taking down some long stubs. I think someone started pruning this bush-tree several years back, the stumps died and now they were just standing there looking silly. So down they went.
Then it was time for the Apple tree. The apple tree is a huge apple tree living next to our garage/shed. It is growing right next to the wall, and mice can easily scramble up the tree and onto the garage roof. We know for a fact that there have been mice in that shed, we’ve seen them wrestling with magpies on the roof. Not surprisingly, the magpie won…
My husband borrowed a ladder from the neighbour and then went up on the roof and started cutting off the large branches which I then pulled away. When that was done and dealt with, down came the top of the tree.
Those responsible for HSE please skip the next paragraph.
During this escapade my heart was beating wildly as I was rather scared he would step through the roof, chain-saw and all, and be maimed for life. But all went well, despite the lack of security clothing. Evidently sunglasses, gloves, Jodhpurs and winter boots work well enough.
The chopping of trees
After the tree came down, my work begun. This big apple tree had to be decimated into tiny transportable bits. The tree was rotten inside, and as such (according to my husband), cannot be used for fire-wood. Personally I think as long as it dries well, it can be used. But the love of my life has decided that the whole tree must go!
The cutting of branches was then left to me. So that is what I did, I chopped branches, all weekend long! I filled 8 big boxes of twigs… In other parts of the country you would just find somewhere to dump the lot, but no such luck in the flat country of Follo, it all has to be taken to the recycling centre. In order to transport what was once an apple tree, all the bits and pieces have to take up as little room as possible.
The result after days of hard labour
I managed. Also I got a proper upper body work out! I did not get any house cleaning done (Buhuu). Only the perfunctory bathroom and kitchen clean ups, and a quick nonchalant vacuuming around the dining area.
Of course, after doing this kind of hard labour, there is a reward. The reward after the tree annihilation, was light. Suddenly there was so much more light into that corner of the garden, and with more light, the more options you have for flowers and veggies!