… 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.
You all know that old party game where one person in a room tells something to another person, then that person tells it to someone else, and so on, and so on, until we get to the last person in the room and it’s interesting to see how garbled the message has become? I’m currently dealing with a situation in real life that’s sort of like that, and it’s not funny at all.
I’m waiting now on a phone call to set a face to face meeting with a person who may have become an unwitting victim of incorrectly relayed messaging. A phone call to me last night tried to involve me in an impossible situation. But I made another phone call this morning to a person with authority over the situation, and he helped me see through the smoke of misunderstanding currently clouding things.
Hopefully the phone call I’m waiting for comes through today. If it doesn’t, I’ll try to track down the person tomorrow. I really need to have a face to face with him. He needs to see through the smoke, too.
This morning’s yard work included some much needed pruning of a big fig tree in my back yard. There is much more to be done on that tree, including cutting off some big dead branches and one that is very much alive but is growing onto my roof.
My small handsaw was able to handle some of the smaller branches today, but to deal with the bigger branches I’ve ordered a bigger saw.
The City of San Antonio has scheduled a Brush Collection Day for next Monday. Hopefully I’ll be able to get some of those big branches off the tree and hauled around to the front curb in time for the City to haul them away.