I had resolved to spend a relaxing afternoon steering the ride on mower around the ranch whilst Greg and Jim rendered mayhem and carnage with chainsaw, axe and brush hook in Lulu's field. ...I spent the afternoon battling dense, thorny blackberry bushes, leafy brush...and looking at Greg's rapidly swelling black eye. Jim, in his yellow hard hat had no aspirations for a peaceful afternoon and, trusty axe in hand enthusiastically worked his way through the blackberry thicket, hacked his way through fallen branches and hauled logs. Thank you Jim..we couldn't have done it without you ! Maybe I'll get to ride the mower tomorrow !
Postscript on Greg's condition...his eye is black to purple...his glasses are a little (lot) worse for wear....and he is getting appropriate sympathy. Take care, keep safe, M