Yesterday, buddy Trov came over and did a major bit of trimming on my trees which were much in need of it. Gone are the two nasty buckthorns and those menacing thorns of theirs. I mean, if I couldn't handle a little old thistle, what chance would I have against a two-inch long thorn?
He trims trees and cuts them down for a living when he is not volunteering time with the fire department in Twin Lakes, Wisconsin, so really knows his stuff.
I have a "volunteer" tree growing on the west side of the house and asked Trov what kind it was. He said apple, judging from a couple apples hanging from it. Oh. Duh. I hadn't seen the apples (my excuse is I'm too busy avoiding the stinging critters who are in the yard in huge numbers. A few weeks back, I was stung four times in rapid succession when I blundered into a nest.).
Later, on the east side of the house, there was another question about another "volunteer" tree. This time, it was a crabapple judging from the crabapples hanging from it. Second Duh!!
I Can See Clearly Now. --RoadDog
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