The willow saga continues…
As you can see from the picture, I use just hand tools to tame the willow hedge. This should be solely on the basis of ecological and environmental reasons, but really it is because chainsaws scare me (and most of the cast of horror-gore movies) to death. I actually don’t like using power tools particularly, making me (i) a disgrace to the whole of my gender and (ii) hopeless at DIY.
The little Opinel saw is truly brilliant although it does need a fix at some point as the doobrie that holds the hinge in place broke and the paper-clip* I put in its place keeps falling out. It is a testament to how much it has been used over the past six or seven years (if not longer) that that is the only thing that needs attention. It still has its original blade, minus the very end which broke off after the willow grabbed the saw and really wouldn’t let go. The tip of the blade remained embedded in the trunk I was cutting and has never been seen since. In fact, that actual trunk was extracted some time ago so I assume that either the blade tip fell out at some juncture or it was assimilated by the willow, Borg-style**. Hmm… a cybernetic hedge? Scary.
The animals in the field behind the hedge do their best to keep it under control. A couple of giraffes wouldn’t come amiss!
So, I am off to do battle in the next round. Yesterday, I harvested wood from the previous cut and shredded*** that into the new raised bed, a bed that swallowed this biomass as if it were me eating chocolate.
Here I go…
* Paper-clip in French is Trombone, which is brilliant. And nothing to do with this post.
** Borg are tennis-playing humanity-draining aliens from Star Trek: Wimbledon, in case you weren’t sure.
*** OK, I use an electric shredder, but that doesn’t really threaten to injure me unless I am really very, very careless.