Completely un-food related, but such a memorable experience that I had to share!
This is Stumpy. He’s been a fixture in my yard for a year now. Sort of like an unwelcome relative who’s overstayed their welcome, Stumpy has been cluttering the corner of my front lawn, constantly reminding me of just how badly I wanted him gone.
This week was it. I decided Stumpy and I finally had to go our separate ways. My lawn needed to be a place of joy, serenity and a lack of stumps, so I started digging stumpy out.
It was a long process and was progressing little by little and day by day. My boys and I would dig, chop and muck for an hour or two, satisfied in the knowledge that Stumpy was just a little closer to gone. I was at it again on Friday morning, about 40 minutes in, and at the three-quarter finished mark when something randomly wonderful occurred.
A delivery driver with a massive forklift stopped in front of the house and offered to give stumpy a boost. Mind you, this was happy news to the sweaty guy with axe in-hand who was whacking away at yet another huge root. Even if the man only got the tree a little looser, life would be a LOT easier, so I said sure!
I mean really; How often does someone with a very expensive piece of equipment stop and offer to help you with a really nasty project out of the kindness of their heart, at no cost, when they should just be getting back to the office? It isn’t an offer I’m going to pass up.
So massive forklift met massive tree in a fairly epic battle. For a few minutes it looked like Stumpy would come out the winner, but he eventually succumbed to the sheer might of the two-tined tree killer. But not without getting some measure of vengeance on us for the audacity of clearing him out. He took my water main with him. [click to continue…]
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