VIX Jewellery

Yard Work is Hard Work

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No, I haven’t forgotten I’m actually a jewellery designer, because it always must look like I write about everything else, except jewellery… but, I have to say when it comes to yard work, I want that stuff done YESTERDAY!  

Did some heavy (hand) lifting moving those parts.

Did some heavy (hand) lifting moving those parts.

 

Hired help will always be available sometime next month at premium a price.  Household male won’t sully his hands, something about too much work to be done in the office and the best I can get from household cats is them acting as a surveying team.  So, I guess it is up to yours truly to step into the boots and gloves and hop to it.

 

The colder Autumn and Winter months here are the best for this outdoor work.  Plodding through high glass and picking up and moving large-ish rocks requires a fluidity of motion at a certain clip, so run-ins with spiders, snakes and swarms of blowflies, can be happily avoided.

Dusty surveying.

Dusty surveying.

 

The previous owners of this house had allowed the back yard to become a virtual rubbish dump, especially near the water tanks.  Over time, their neglect and laziness had resulted in a pile up of rocks, large and small, poles, assorted pieces of plastic and metal junk, high grass, self-seeded trees and a small collection of very heavy iron machine parts.  

What a dump!

What a dump!

 

Wishful thinking (that it all disappears by itself… yeah, right…) while happily manoeuvring the push mower over these areas has resulted in many bits of broken branches and small, sharp stones to hit me (at considerable speed) when I least expected it.  Not cool and potentially dangerous.

Two rows of trees... looks like a forest to me...

Two rows of trees... looks like a forest to me...

 

Well, this is actually Phase II of my yard work project.  Phase I had been clearing the double row of pine trees of excess growth and removing a ton of dead branches and rocks from between the two rows.  It was a thicket of sharp, stubby branches, long since dead.  I just borrowed a chainsaw and went nuts!  

Seeing the light!

Seeing the light!

 

Well, that was last season, before I headed to the Northern Summer.  Happily, the grass, that lay dormant all those years just waiting to break out from beneath the layers of rock and branch, has sprouted and finally seen the light of day.