That's some of the grass Pooteewheet is allergic to that she planted. You can't see our new rocks from the cabin on the corner, just out of sight. They're not huge, but to get them into my Dad's trailer, I had to roll them onto an old sled just so I could eliminate enough friction for them to slide. Pooteewheet planted tulips next to them. She's not allergic to tulips.
And that's the tree I pruned during my 12 hours of branch pruning and chopping up into little pieces that fit in leaf bags effort over the last three weekends. I still have a few hours left to go to eliminate the dregs at the rental property. I forgot my clippers last time I was there, and the chainsaw is a bit too brute forest for your fingerling branch. Not to mention, using it to hack up bundles of thin twigs has dulled the chain to the point where it's just sort of chewing through the wood instead of cutting it. Notice there aren't many branches hanging down where you have to look at them. I'm going to assume no low hanging branches drives away the squirrels because they won't be able to get into the trees, eliminating my worries that they're trying to infiltrate my attic.
