Well, I think physical exercise trumps emotional drama any day of the week.
I have been trying to take out that ridicuous lemon tree on the side of my house since last year. As I have whined in the past, it was a frozen tree that I took out, it came back with multiple trunks which were about 3' high, and more than 30 branches coming out of those trunks, which were about six inches across. I am making progress, but I am sick of thinking about it, working on it, looking at it, and getting impaled on its spikes. I. WANT. IT. GONE.
Here's where it started. There were five bug infested dying and crappy boxwoods along that fence. Three were gone at this point, now they are all gone.
So much for using the image size reduction tools on PhotoBucket. Sorry!
And here it is today.
Yes, good progress for an old lady. But did I mention I WANT IT GONE.
NOW.
You see, I have this little tiny agricultural trash can that holds just over a teacup's worth of branches. So, since November I have been cutting awful lemons and spike covered branches into 6 to 12 inch lengths and packing them into the can and it is picked up once a week. Seven months. Every. Single. Week. And I am just about half done. Yes, I have a nice lot of lemon wood for the fireplace and the cob oven, once I get it done this summer. each piece covered in spikes, some closing in on three inches in length.
ARGH !!! I need chocolate.