Lumberjack

When I put on my lumberjack style check shirt this morning I little knew how appropriate it would be, but by mid-afternoon I was up a ladder with my head among the sycamore branches armed with lopping tools of escalating brutality; the secateurs cleared a pathway for the ladders but made little impact, the loppers made more but proved both unwieldy and to have too small a bite for the bigger boughs, so it finally came down to the bow saw which eventually reduced the height to the required level and buried the lawn below under a heap of severed limbs, thankfully none of which were mine.