After my interstate trip of just a few days, I returned to find that while my back was turned my husband had taken the opportunity to do a little yard cleaning.
A tree feller had been called in to assist him in a deed most foul. Two mature trees that I had been passionately protecting from the axe for years, had each been reduced to a pile of woodchip.
The first was a tall gum in the front garden that had been dropping heavy branches each time a strong wind blew. (And which is why, my husband had constantly reminded me, they were once referred to as 'widow-makers'.) Well not any more - not this one anyway!
The other was a paper-bark that I admit was rather too close to the house, but which I appreciated for the shade it shed over the clothes line.
The dear old Hills hoist now stands in full sun.
I won't need to worry about bird droppings on the washing any more -- or the sheets getting caught up in the branches. Just remember to wear a hat when hanging out. And to bring everything in before it gets too faded.
Moving it was really good exercise.
Now when I stand under the clothes line I can see clear across to the vegie patch.
Only two barrow loads of chip to go!