Often when preparing for an occasion as I am sure a lot of people realise, there is a bit of hard work involved. You know? How many are coming? how much food to prepare? Who likes what to eat & what they don’t like? Do I need to prep the day before? Extra chairs maybe an extra table? I wonder if I can drop that dead tree? You know stuff like that, oh wait, yes, did you catch that? The what, dead tree?
The reason for the tree drop is that these types of trees as they grow they twist & then when they are tall they twist & drop they are reasonably shallow rooted. Cutting down these types can be very dangerous as they can untwist & flick as you cut, tossing you & chainsaw.
Quite some time back Cuz & I cut it right back to a manageable but tall stump. Mum & I have been doing this all over the property, cut trees usually at hip height. Wait a year & we push the stumps over & pull em out, too easy. This stump was quite an eyesore from the kitchen window, a positive was the Kookaburras would use it as a lookout from time to time. Sorry Kooky it’s gotta go. I can’t find a before pic anywhere.
Well this stump every time I pushed on it just wobbled, you know, like an old lady arm waving goodbye. I grabbed the old bits of tie down rope that I had knotted together, snapped from previous tree stump dragging ventures. Tossed the rope up & around as high as I could get it. Now PULL & LEAN on the rope….wobble wobble, nothing. I had over 10kilos less weight on myself to put into it, which I do feel better for, but really. I could see the ground lift & drop like this thing was hanging on as hard as it could to the earth below. I went for reinforcements, the spade, dug around to get a better look at where the root system was & broke what I could. I tried again. Positioning myself safely it tilted & wobbled & cracked & popped & finally it was down.
I danced & kicked up my heels as best one can when their boots are loaded with wet clay soil(wetting the ground as I dug helped). It was all a little effort but fun all the same.
Dragged & rolled the rusty old drum from under the veranda where it has been stored for years & using the angle grinder cut out 4 stars & a half moon. If I had the right tools I would’ve cut out a whole countryside scene, lol. At least this way we can sit around the drum & toast marshmallows from the stars or moon. Added a new Mulberry tree as well.(air propagated? from main Mulberry tree).
I had a little extra money in the account & bought a cheap pop up marquee, which I will cover the roof in wire & let the wisteria vine go nuts. As the cover rots the vine will create shade at least. Between Mum doing a bit of a clean up & weeding, together we got the job done & the yard looked great.
What was all this in preparation for? Mothers Day of course, just for us oh & the family. My Daughter joined us later in the day & my son rang me at 7:30am. It poured with rain most of the day, so no drum lighting but the little dome barby worked a treat & with one side wall up, that came with the marque it was quite toasty warm. A little hard yakka for the fam is never a sacrifice, always a joy.
Walter was a little distressed that we were burning what he thought was his sticks, once he found his ball all was well.
Oh yeh, the food prep was potatoes & pumpkin wrapped in foil to cook in the hot coals & a couple of snags(sausages) & chopped up onion cooked in a pan on top. Of course no Mothers Day is complete without a heart shaped Pav. I hope all you Mums had a sweet as Mothers Day.