Thread: (Copying Olly) The End of Another Era

My bum shoulder was a message. No more gardening. Oh, I might twitch out the occasional weed, but that’s about it. Keeping the jungle at bay is young man’s work. Two days ago we had a “garden maintenance” man and his boy in, to do some heavy stuff. Pruning and mowing and digging out some Moreton Bay Figs and rubber trees and what have you. 6.5 hours x 2 x $30/hr., plus 2 $25 trips to the tip, total $440. Ah, well, there’re no pockets in shrouds. And he’s coming back next week, to spread some mulch and to start replacing a lot of the most ugly pepper trees, that I planted about eight years ago, with more graceful and, so he says, really fast-growing shrubs. They'll need to be, to keep out the dust from the cattle trucks.



(pic is slight exaggeration)

Well, we all have to face the fact that we're getting older, Ox....but older means wiser, right? ... And what, pray tell is a tip?

The town dump.

At least it's still getting done, even if it's not by you.

Do you age like a fine wine, Ox? Just wait until someone invents some way to move by robotic means... Then your garden could feel your hand once again!

Ox prepares to work in the garden

Ah, the technology exists. I forgot I had seem them in Avatar.



I can't imagine what the machine guns would be for... A new way to destroy weeds?