When I looked up the big trees in the yard it seemed as though they had tiny little branches. Those tiny little branches were not so small piled up around the trunk. Oh, yeah. And they were piled like a mad Jenga puzzle. Except pulling the wrong one didn't do anything except hurt your back. Truly, it was going to be a long weekend.
At least it wasn't raining. And the kids were there to help.
The pile in the yard was actually pretty easy. In just a few hours the girls and I had the big branches trimmed and stacked neatly where they were destined to stay a safety hazard for the next few weeks.
Of course, that was just one of the three trees. The other two dropped most of their branches on the steep bank of the river. (And by "dropped" I mean, "had their branches unceremoniously ripped off by a combination of gravity and our neighbor, Brian, and his chainsaw of destiny.) After a solid day and a half of work we'd only managed to get the superficial stuff up. The hard work would have to wait for some other weekend.
On the up side, the sun actually shines on the lawn now. I hear that's one of the things that makes grass grow. We might win the battle against the evil moss creature yet!