Or maybe that should be Paulette Bunyana… All I know is that I came from pioneer stock, where a simple little thing like a pile of tree branches and lengthy, unsplit rounds of wood wouldn’t have posed any kind of problem for the womenfolk to handle.
On June 5th, a tree unexpectedly came down across my driveway. I called some friends with chainsaws, and although they had other plans for the day, they dropped one off for me so another friend could help cut a path to get my car out.
So here’s the thing—that was three full months ago, and still there’s the enormous pile of branches and rounds lining the driveway. Grass has grown up and around them. That area will soon become unreclaimable if I don’t hurry—and if unreclaimable is actually a word.
Therefore, I’m putting on my industrial gloves, gathering my loppers, chair, water, phone, and matches, and I’m heading out to attack these tree parts with a vengeance!
I’m telling you all this because if you don’t hear from me in the next couple days, please send help! In the case of my “woman vs. environment” campaign