Two of them. Every two years. The job I can declare, with sullen face, to be the one I least look forward to every time it comes around.
They're not bad trees to look at. They provide some shade in the summer. But they're lime trees, so drop sticky shit all over the place and attract nasty larvae that abseil from the leaves as soon as it gets vaguely warm.
Three hours later. Finished. Apart from...
... a small amount of clearing up. Arse. Can't be bothered, it'll have wait until next weekend.
Still, it's nice to welcome back the gnarly skulls that overlook the kitchen table on moonlit nights...
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