Young Jim has a hard hat, a bright yellow hard hat that will protect him should a tree happen to fall where it shouldn't. Greg also has a hard hat, possibly half a century old, forest green and a little beat up and discolored (discoloured, Brit. speak) from years of abuse. In 1969, in a surplus store in Missoula Montana, Greg bought that trusty old green hard hat and over the years, when the big growling chainsaw was fueled up, the forest green hard hat was dusted off and Greg the lumberjack went to work falling trees, dead trees, rotten trees and overgrown trees. Today, the trees got their revenge.....fortunately the hard hat protected his head...unfortunately, Greg currently looks like he has just gone ten rounds with Mohammed Ali....and lost !! His right eye is currently showing three shades of intense black and purple and Greg is feeling appropriately sorry for himself tonight. Clearly the ice pack treatment failed to reduce swelling and disfigurement....so he has settled quietly (almost !) for a cold beer and sympathy. Greg looks bad...but the fallen tree looks worse.
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
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
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