Yardwork

The yard-work was left to him, he didn’t have enough money or the “know how” to go hog hunting with his roommate out west of Lake O. so he would be conducting this weeks tasks of mowing, weed-whacking, chopping, and hauling the debris of his destruction. His canvas was a quarter-acre piece of property.

It was the time of the year just after the autumn time change. The air was cold, crisp, and it felt like change was in the light winds, pockets of cold air filled the yard. Just two months ago those breezes were in the 90-degree realm

He was dressed in camouflage shorts with many pockets, black tube socks, black clog chef rubber chef shoes, a black jacket with the word “Hummer” inscribed over the upper chest, and a signature Dale Earnhardt Jr. Mountain Dew AMP with adjustable Velcro strap black and green, hat.

The man hit the yard at 3 p.m. He thought to himself…

“I’ll definitely have this done by dark.”

Dark was now around 5:30 p.m. His roommate normally cut, and blew off the debris with a blower, while he weeded, and picked up the debris from the many Palm Trees the storm had shredded during the constant windstorms that pestered the coastal town on a regular basis.

But, his roommate was eliminating nuisance black hogs out west of Lake O. in Arcadia. So, he started up the mower, took a quick walk around the premises and removed any mower blade clogging debris and he mowed. He mowed. He mowed. He mowed for an hour and fifteen minutes. Then weed-whacked. After that trimmed the front chaucous hedge, and felt so overzealous that he began to chop down the overgrown jungle of a backyard, Palm Trees, Oaks, Hibiscus Tree’s, more Hedges, and so on. He used machetes, trimmers, eclectic hedge trimmers, gas powered hedge trimmers, and virtually everything crowded garage could offer.
Piles of shrubbery were everywhere. The sun was setting. A coyote howled. And the clean-up had just began…

Single handedly began…