Friday 10 April 2020

Forehead Update

I'm sitting here at my perch and I can see pieces of lemon tree disappearing from view and some erratic swinging of the brush cutter.  There was a lemon tree overhanging our fence back at Essendon, and I remember James from time to time reaching in and plucking a lemon for the fish and chips. Anyway there was no report of the vicious one inch spikes that I have just encountered. In my haste to volunteer for the very top of the branch lopping, I was not prepared for the tree to fight back.  I now have gouge marks on already sensitive skin. Ouch.


I can't believe I just did this an hour after writing that last bit.

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