Tuesday, 27 September 2011

a new profession

"i'm a lumberjack and i'm ok...."

the elder tree in the garden is half dead and half thinking about it

i climbed it, i sawed it, i sweated, i scratched skin, i got spiders down my bra and bark in my mouth
but it is done (save for a few branches little me could not reach) and now we have masses of kindling and logs for winter

but i'm feckin tired and my arm hurts

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