One Spot At A Time

that's all anyone can do.  You just have to keep focused on One Spot until it's finished and move to the next spot.  Before you know it work will be done.

This spot has been on my mind since the deer party we had a few weeks ago.  I used it for a fence post at The Run*A*Ranch.  I was ashamed the fence was not visible but it was doing its job.

For years this second "gate" beside the cattle guard could be opened to accommodate a wide load.

The school bus kept hitting it and other tragedies happened to this poor gate but it still kept the stock from wandering.

Not a Fortune Five Hundred fix but it's up again!

 Maybe this sign can now be seen and obeyed.

Around here I can measure my work only by the piles of brush...and that creates another job. The green is arriving in full force. One small job, one giant backache but I am grateful.  

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How Many Brush Piles...

can I brag about until you say, "Enough!"

I wrap my work around me and get lost in it.  I reenter reality and look behind me and think, Wow, I did that?

Progress continues.  I have not dropped from heat stroke and severe dehydration.  I seem to be bound and determined to reclaim this acreage an inch at a time.  That is a testament to my stubbornness, I guess, but on I go with piles of brush growing.

It may be difficult, hot, work but it is almost mindless so I can travel anywhere I want as I clip and pile.  I have been to the South of France, Wales, two hundred years and millions of years into the past. It all happens as I clip and stack, clip and stack, clip and stack.

 One stack

 two stacks

three stacks more

and stack four