Yesterday I trimmed a huge cedar…no, not with lights and ornaments for holiday festivities. I was multi-tasking in the backyard.
I know, I know. Some experts have said that actual multi-tasking is not possible, though increased use of technology at our fingertips might be altering brain functions along with expert opinions about it.
But, maybe I was killing two birds with one stone rather than multi-tasking. I’m not real swift with all the technology at my fingertips.
*The sun was shining, so I ventured outdoors to get my portion of vitamin D to combat seasonal affective disorder, the fancy term for winter blues and/or crabbiness.
*If I kept moving, I could be comfortable in my sweatshirt and jeans, so I ditched the coat and decided to pick up sticks. (They are still falling from treetops damaged in the ice storm a couple years ago.)
* My attention fell on the cedar tree nearest the back of the house. Its many bottom limbs complicate mowing in spring and summer.
*So I began trimming as I guess-timated how high from the ground my head is when I am on the mower.
*This might also ensure normal tv dish reception during windy weather because the satellite on a pole was surrounded by cedar limbs.
*The low-lying limbs kept the area looking snakey, which troubled me and the septic tank cleaner last summer.
*Maybe the steady sawing on the larger limbs would mysteriously saw off the extra calories I had consumed when I ate all but two of the brownies I had baked that morning.
* When I tired and stepped back thinking I would finish another day, the lopsided tree looked too pitiful to leave, so I had practice at working on a project to its conclusion. I need all that practice I can get.
There are lots of cedar trees to trim to give me that practice! So this winter if I work on a tree every couple of days, I won’t be blue and/or crabby…and I won’t gain the usual winter weight…and I won’t be too creeped out if I have to walk by the tree to check the satellite dish..and I won’t get itchy and tick-covered when I mow around it.
PS. Even when I get my car to the shop to get my alternator replaced, so I’m not stuck at home, I promise to still work on my cedar trees! 🙂
Cross my heart, hope not to die, and please, no cedar needles in my eye!