I’m taking the “brush hog” to the meadow where I work to widen the paths for a skate-ski lane. It’s clear and cold. Good weather for such an avocation. There’s frosting of white pixie dust from Mama Nature here casting a brightness to the November browns. Very pleasing.
Here is a basic before shot:
With any luck, the brush busting should be about a half day ordeal. ‘Fraid I’ve bagged a bit of a chest cold. No. I’m sure I’ve bagged a chest cold. It hasn’t fully set in yet, so I’m going to try this job before the cold gets any worse. For me, they always do.