Most recently we've been helping Michelle's mum out by clearing her half acre in Glenfield. There's 15 years growth in places so this is not a 'get yer strimmer' jobby. This is real man's work, tough labor, hacking down trees, pulling up roots the size of your head with our bare hands. Just yesterday I turned my head to the right only to have my lips 'brush' against the horney spiked multitude of limbs of the worlds largest spider camping out on my shoulder and barely flinched. I feel like I'm earning my place alongside the early settlers, clearing the land, pre-chainsaw machettey style.
When I lauch in double handed, fingers grappling round the root of some mighty borsum, Pete actually sings my own superman theme song, 'GO SHE-RAAA!.... PRINCESSS OF THE UNIVERSE' He says it encouragingly over and over so my strength won't wain mid-pull and force him to do it. It usually works.
So we're tough right? and with tough comes the feeling of wise, knowledgable, people of the land, you know? And so the reason for this blog.
We've just spent 5 hours handsawing our way through 5 vine trees. Each tree has hundreds of thick vine arms all intertwined with each other providing incredible strength. We're exhausted, sweat is pouring down both our faces, our clothes are like damp rags on our limbs. As Pete rakes over the barren soil where the mighty trees once stood out tumbles a hornets nest.
In case you are like Pete, I have uploaded an image of a hornets nest for you below.
Pete squeals with delight and says "ooh look! there's a honey comb down here!".
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