The things I talk myself into

Elm trees where I don't want them and lots of space in the backyard where I do want one - the solution.... transplant one of them.

It sounded like the ideal solution.  And why I thought I could manage this task on my own I'm not really sure.  The soil (if you can call it that) is the consistency of rocks, it took an hour to get this far - my knees gave out and with that, my resolve.

I suppose I'll venture out again tomorrow; I really think I need a tree spade!!!