Escape to the yard

 Texas got home from work to find me in the back yard cutting up tree limbs and attempting to make room for a few plants, so he grabs his chainsaw and starts helping me.  Did I mention I love this man?  He worked all day and then comes home to chainsaw trees in the backyard with his nut of a wife who promised during premarital counseling that she wouldn't garden.  Sorry Matt, I really tried.
 

Texas on chain number two.

 He then had to resort to chopping the wood, after chain number two had had it.

  Banjo surveying his yard.

 What to do with all those weeds I pull?