The rest of my Sunday

It turned out that my Sunday morning was far more interesting than the rest of it. That wasn't unexpected, as those three hours leading up to 8:30am were a very special treat for me. It wasn't like winning the lottery, or childbirth, or qualifying for the Boston Marathon, but as far as day to day life goes, especially alone in the wee morning hours, this morning was hard to beat. I should get out of bed at 5:15am more often.

The rest of my day yielded regular things. I mowed the lawn, I filled in a few holes in the yard, I disposed of all the weeds that I pulled out of the vegetable garden yesterday. I did some work for a few clients. I took the dogs for a walk and met a new neighbor. I did some laundry.

But the "best" thing I did was to trim the tree in my front yard. This tree has been responsible for most of the shade that covers my vegetable garden in the afternoon, and it had a branchy area I could tend to without hiring a tree service.

BEFORE CHAIN SAW:

AFTER CHAIN SAW:

The photos are looking west. So what will happen now is that in the early afternoon the top part of the tree will still shade the garden, but late afternoon the sun will have plenty of time to shine on my little veggies for some ultraviolet action. I hope this perks up the yellow onions a bit.

(The photos were taken from different angles because in the afternoon I put a storage closet/wardrobe similar to this out on my curb, and in the second photo, the tree just blocks the big white wardrobe. I didn't put it there as trash; this is my preferred method of giving things away. I've put the darndest things out on that curb, from old cat beds to damaged rugs to broken stairmasters to today's wardrobe, and they are always scavenged by someone within a day. Luckily my neighbors aren't hoity-toity enough to complain to me about my white trashy habits.)