Tuscan rooftops

Peasant stock! That’s what I say when something needs to be done that requires more than a modicum of exertion. And so today I shouted it out to the world as I borrowed my neighbor's high ladder and climbed to the top of the roof to survey the overgrown trees that were precariously suspending their loaded branches over the house. The branches had to be trimmed. Hearty peasant stock!

Five hours later I am dead. The peasant in me must have trickled out over the years.

Oh, but the view from the top of the house! Almost like Tuscan rooftops, no?