… in my front yard, between the sidewalk and the street, doesn’t look particularly impressive in and of itself. But…
… I feel pretty good about it being there in time for the city to haul it away on Monday morning, our neighborhood’s designated Brush Collection day.
Those are the mostly dead branches from the fig tree in my back yard that I was able to prune this afternoon. One live branch bearing plenty of unripe figs had to come down, it was growing directly onto my roof.
Yesterday and the day before were very rainy here, and tomorrow and the day after are supposed to be rain filled, but today was dry. The ground is still too wet to mow, but I was able to prune my fig tree.
Proof that God has a sense of humor: that big tree saw I ordered to cut those larger branches seen in the picture above was delivered this afternoon AFTER I had finished the pruning with my small, 10 inch hand saw. I had hauled all the branches around the house and piled them by the curb, and had sat down in my recliner to cool off with a bottle of water when I heard the Amazon driver set the package with my big saw on the front porch. Huh! Talk about timing.