My second warning from Western Power recently arrived informing me in no uncertain terms to cut back tree limbs that may impact on power lines in storms. Alas, my three attempts to lure brother J. into helping me were devastated by his current work schedule - he has a ute, an extension ladder and the fabulous quality of being about 6'3" (he has many other fabulous qualities as well).
I managed to get to the first tree by putting a stool on my very sturdy letter box and standing on it. This got me higher than
maharetr's much appreciated stepladder but the second tree was an inside job. I climbed stupidly high carrying a saw, wedged myself in a suitable fork and patiently sawed through a critical branch as the rain started up, or rather down. I tried to enjoy the view, the patter of raindrops on the leaves, my inexorable progress and the gift that is ambidexterity when you're trapped in a tree with a handsaw. Below me, the woofer tried to convince passers that he and his tennis ball had been abandoned and were in need of loving attention.
Me (2), Trees (0)