My husband, who missed his calling as a lumberjack, if his recent obsession is any indication, celebrated the glorious autumnal weather yesterday by clipping the hedges. He has an electric hedge clipper, which, as you can imagine, is a joy for him to use, but there's no power tool for the second part of the job: the clean-up. So he's out there this evening, gathering up the clippings with his bare hands (well, gloved hands, but you get the idea) and it just doesn't look like fun at all.
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