We spent the afternoon working on removing more of the downed willow limb.
Neighbor Ray, avatar dachshund Mitchel, and yours truly attacked the limb with chain saw and two wheelbarrows.
A few pieces are lining the new deer trail, a few will get burned in the fireplace, and a few extremely large sections are staying right where they are till next spring.
I am exhausted and so is Mitchel. At 15.5 y.o., he is suffering from some doggy dementia but the fresh air suited him. He is presently at peace and snoring away as I type.
The town will send out the chipper truck and take the pile by the road away. God, I love this place. Consider moving here.
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