The mighty beast has fallen

We accomplished a major project this weekend -- the beast is finally dead.

This is the ugliest tree ever. It's covered in thorns and berries that make a mess -- and worst of all, it's grown to be about 20 feet tall.

Wearing leather gloves to protect him from the nasty thorns, Ricardo starts sawing.

A short time later, the beast is down, and in pieces. Now for the fun part -- cutting it up and bagging it.

We both worked all afternoon, and many expletives, cuts & scratches later, it's finally bagged and tagged.

And me, being wife of the year, whipped a roast beef dinner for her woodsman.