Sunday, August 11, 2019

He's a lumberjack and he's OK (Monty Python)

This one is a monster - ours weren't this big, but close

Wie geht's?

Four words: I hate Tree Lucerne.

Woh! Strong language there Wozza. Hate??

Yep. Hate.

It (actually called Tagasaste) is pretty useless as a tree - the lucerne isn't able to be grazed by animals (we don't have any giraffes at Maple Grove), it grows and takes apart fences and other trees and then it rots and dies quickly and just sticks around. Useless.

As the old advert goes though - hate something change something, make something better.

So, I've been steadily chopping them down and repairing fences in their wake (apart from one stump were the tree grew around and encompassed the wire).

At the weekend I finished the last one that I could manage (our gardener needs to get the one in the dense tree area at the front of Maple Grove).

That means I've chopped up (and Jacky has burned) 15 horrible Tree Lucernes. Wahoo!!

Love and peace - Wozza

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