Feeling it

Quite often in this blog I have mentioned my age. Some people are a little sensitive when it comes to revealing how old they are but I have never had any qualms about such things. What is age anyway? As a date on the calendar age is meaningless but in life it certainly affects us all. If you don’t already know I am 73 years old, born in November 1945. Many folk my age show their age and have done for some time whilst others sadly never made it to 73. Others yet again are as fit as fiddles as the saying goes. Although I pride myself in my physical fitness naturally there are times when I really feel my age. There is no way I can do as much as I once could these days and some things really do take it out of me. Over the last four days I have done very little in the way of physical activity or work, in fact I have done no work at all due my muscular pain in my buttocks and lower back. I needed to rest. This morning however I decided to make some tentative progress in the removal of the damson/plum tree stumps in The Mound. Before Christmas I had lopped off the tops leaving around a metre and a half standing. You can see four of them in the first picture. The second picture shows the remains of the one I cut down.

I wanted to take them down to soil level then later dig out the stumps and main roots. It isn’t an easy job even for the professional. I took a saw and an axe to make a start on the first of the five left standing. There are a couple of smaller ones there too but they may be less difficult to remove. The outer layers of the trees are soft and white and are easy to cut into but the core is a different matter, it is much harder and red in colour. It took me ages to cut it down and I was exhausted doing it, so much so I stopped once it was done. The trunk itself was quite heavy too as I discovered when moving it across the garden. I am seriously thinking of giving the work to someone else, someone with a chainsaw! If I can get them all to ground level I may be able to drill them and treat the stumps with a herbicide to kill them off.

Shirley Anne

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