Over the past couple of years, we accumulated a huge pile of logs and twigs and branches, so we finally rented a chipper/shredder to turn them into useful woodchips. Several hours of feeding that hungry machine is better exercise than most anything else I can think of. I felt like a wet noodle by the time we finished the job. Last time we did this, it cost me a lens in my glasses when a branch snapped back and swiped me in the face. This year I escaped with minor scratches, sore muscles, an hours-long dull roar in my ears because I was too dumb to wear ear protection, and a thick layer of wood dust covering me from head to toe. But my flower beds will be happy for the mulch--or at least they will be once I've found time to get busy with the wheelbarrow.
Monday, May 14, 2007
He makes it look easy...
...but actually this is darned hard work.
Over the past couple of years, we accumulated a huge pile of logs and twigs and branches, so we finally rented a chipper/shredder to turn them into useful woodchips. Several hours of feeding that hungry machine is better exercise than most anything else I can think of. I felt like a wet noodle by the time we finished the job. Last time we did this, it cost me a lens in my glasses when a branch snapped back and swiped me in the face. This year I escaped with minor scratches, sore muscles, an hours-long dull roar in my ears because I was too dumb to wear ear protection, and a thick layer of wood dust covering me from head to toe. But my flower beds will be happy for the mulch--or at least they will be once I've found time to get busy with the wheelbarrow.
Over the past couple of years, we accumulated a huge pile of logs and twigs and branches, so we finally rented a chipper/shredder to turn them into useful woodchips. Several hours of feeding that hungry machine is better exercise than most anything else I can think of. I felt like a wet noodle by the time we finished the job. Last time we did this, it cost me a lens in my glasses when a branch snapped back and swiped me in the face. This year I escaped with minor scratches, sore muscles, an hours-long dull roar in my ears because I was too dumb to wear ear protection, and a thick layer of wood dust covering me from head to toe. But my flower beds will be happy for the mulch--or at least they will be once I've found time to get busy with the wheelbarrow.
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3 comments:
Wanna truck some of that stuff to my garden? ;)
cool! yea, I wanna hear about all the sweat and aches after the mulch is spread! Our wood chip pile is happily producing heat as organic activity foments within it -- it has done nary a thing for the beauty of our yard yet - my hubby makes yard work look easy too...he's just been doing OTHER stuff!
I really like seeing photos of what happens in peoples' days. You've been working hard!
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