I used our monster string trimmer and, as i got started, snagged the wire on one of the orchard gates, ripping a chunk of wire and deer mesh off the gate. This led me to feel very much the failure, although i had the supplies and quickly repaired the gap in the gate. I left the trimmer in the shade and went and sulked a long while. I sat with my laptop in the shade, and it was quite pleasant to be outside. I trawled through twitter looking for videos of Abaco island. My Grandmámá lived there as a child; i don't know if she was there for the hurricane in 1926 that came up in searches for the Norman's Castle lumber camp at which her father worked.
In the early evening Christine went to take Carrie for a walk, and i settled in to free the string trimmer of the windings from the fence. It just took a moment -- surprising me as i recall the tedium of freeing the hand held weed wacker from line it was caught in. I suppose the wire was more resistant than other things that have tangled up my trimmers. I was able to use the monster to make some significant inroads on stilt grass (east side of orchard, north of the walnuts) as well as some areas up by the road and the goose grass carpeting the gravel drive. I also clipped an aster, a sunflower tribe plant tentatively identified as Heliopsis helianthoides, and a chunk of dogwood bark. I hope the dogwood recovers. It's a brute of a machine, but a delight to take out the stilt grass and the shiso (Perilla frutescens) that may become just as troublesome (since it's perennial and thrives in the stiltgrass).