Turns out that cutting through a thick branch isn't as much work as cutting it apart for the city to pick up. So hours of work. Hot and humid. Feel like I'm going to die. Drinking lots of water and sitting around in my underpants (I put up window-covers so the neighbors don't have to see me thus *g*).
Oh, and I also hung a few more pieces of art around the place - including, finally, the David Archer piece that I have up for sale. So, dammit, I'm going to enjoy it! (
G'day to y'all,
Chris