All I planned on doing was to clean out the gutter on the pole shed closest to the road. Full of magnolia leaves and twigs and water, and moss and rot. My honey came out to offer a hand, such as keeping the ladder from sliding and keeping me from falling. I hate that magnolia tree, don't belong in Wisconsin in the first place. Filthy tree, brittle, big leaves, hard to rake in Fall, and it has a bunch of dying branches. Sue said to me, "You can cut it down if you want to, it's not going to last much longer"
Grabbed the pole saw and started trimming. It had four trunks about 10" in diameter. Then the chain saw and the tractor. Threw a trap drag tied to a boat mooring rope up pretty high and got a good hook up and tied it to the Kubota. While I cut with the Stihl Sue kept tension on the last of the four trunks that was leaning toward the lean-to and my truck. She handled that chore perfectly, kept the rope tight and as soon as the tree started to move she backed slowly up and dropped it safely away from anything.
Cleaned up most of the debris by lunch time. Took showers and headed to the River for lunch in the hot rod. Came home and looked at the rest of the limbs and decided to clean it all up. Then mowed around the prairie, and a patch of field I maintain for paring equipment. Got all hot and dirty again. "Nother shower, and a 90 mile motorcycle ride on a gorgeous sunny day right around 80 degrees.
Very satisfying day, half work, half fun. Livin' the good life. A good ball game, my team winning handily, Ezra Brooks 99 proof and mint M&M's.