My Favorite Chore ... Said No One Ever

I'm a little late getting this done this year.  Took me a while to talk myself into it, to be honest.  So here we are, a couple of hours later, bruised (literally), stiff and really glad it's done.

Cleaning out the freezer is one of those thankless chores where I spend hours working away, but when I'm done, it's hard to tell that I've done much of anything at all.  So, here's a picture of the clean, empty freezer.  See, I don't really sit around and eat bon bons and watch soap operas all day.

The real difficulty in defrosting this freezer isn't the amount of work.  It's my height.  I'm short enough that I can't reach the bottom of the freezer without hanging from the front side.  I've got bruises on the front of both hips now.  (No, absolutely no pictures of that as proof!)  Try as I might, I've never figured out another way to get the job done.  

 Here's the newly restarted, refilled freezer.  I got rid of some past date stuff, organized the rest and now there's room for...

the couple of bushels of apples that you see here as well as the couple of bushels of peaches that you can't see.