Went mad yesterday, mowing, feeding, weeding, pruning and shearing. Had to put my clothes on at the end, to trim the hedge beside the neighbour's living room. Probably just as well anyway, on safety grounds.
Managed to reactivate an old shoulder injury with the shears.
In the night I heard the possum on the roof pause at the edge, as it realised that its favourite landing zone of tree branches had disappeared.
One year, just after pruning, I heard a possum jump off the roof into where the branches had been. The thud as it hit the ground, and the crying and wailing, was awful. Kept me awake so it did.