Quiet Sunday?
It was not a quiet Sunday here on Stauffer. We had agreed that I would spend some time in the sewing studio and Dennis had several rodeos that were scheduled for the RFD channel. We each enjoyed a noon lunch of our choosing and we bid each other “catch ya later.”
I was deep into sewing together the backing of the colorful flannel quilt. It was fabric the stitchers had helped me pick out Friday at the Old Alley Quilt yardage yard sale. Out of my peripheral vision, I caught something passing across the basement windows outside to the north. I slipped up to the first floor and looked out the living room window. I saw electrical cord strung out on the lawn to the north. I went to the bathroom window and saw the electrical cord had been plugged into the exterior outlet on the patio porch.
It was time for me to get a jacket on and see what was going on with the ole cowboy. Dennis was just in the process of getting our small electric chainsaw going by the old Lilac bush. I decided right then and there, there would be no sewing until Dennis had completed his spontaneous tree trimming. Granted, there were branches that needed some TLC. 
Granted, we had talked about taking care of it next week. Hmm. I stuck around close and made sure I kept track of where that electrical cord was in relationship to Dennis’ feet. Home accidents can happen very quickly . . . especially with senior citizens on board.
I must say the Lilac bush looks so much better as a tidy round shrub rather than having huge bare branches sticking up. When we got all the branches pulled around to the north side of the garage, we realized there will be more chainsaw work needed to be done . . . next week! Cutting the limbs into doable sizes and who knows, maybe Dennis will pile them up for a fall fire ring event as he is sitting on the north patio. I wonder how old the original Lilac bush is. The rotted, twisted, gnarled limbs would have been content going forward for who knows how long. They had not reckoned on Dennis and his little green electric chainsaw. Priceless! As long as Dennis is content with the day’s labor, it’s a good thing. I can sew any old day.