Pollarding

[poliphilo]

Yesterday I was mostly lopping trees.  We have an ash tree in the back yard that has to be ferociously cut back- pollarded in fact- if it's not to eat up all our autumn and winter sun. My electric saw wasn't charged, so I put it on charge for an hour, cut a couple of branches, charged it some more- and so on and on until the job was completed- which took all afternoon and well into the evening.   I think this spasmodic method- short bursts of activity punctuated by hour long rests-  may have spared my poor old bones from getting really shook up.
 
Rabbits adore ash leaves. Who'd have guessed?