"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