After the birthday fun was over, I took another day off of work to get rid of some roots - and when I saw some I mean an entire underground city. I can't remember a project leaving me so sore and so beaten down. I couldn't hold a fork or a pen for 48 hours after without shaking. I crawled up stairs. We didn't even get all of them, BUT we got a majority! We paid the price but now I worry less about tripping and head wounds for the little ones. Papa D could have gone for a couple more hours, but I had nothing left.
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| The view from the box seats |
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| These were the easy ones |
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| Well it sure doesn't help the look of the yard |
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| If only this were the only section |
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| Now that's one big pile of roots |
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| Complete exhaustion |
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