Chestnuts Roasting In An Open Fire

Wednesday was my day to rake and burn.  It was partly cloudy and sweater weather for a while. The sun popped out and the sweater was shed.

We had a chestnut tree rubbing on the roof of the shop and the lean-to.  Been on our list to get it cut since we cleaned those two out buildings.  The day finally came to get it started.

Kubota bucket to the top of the lean-to.  First some repairs had to be made.  Andrew and Hubby knew what they were doing.  So did I.  I stayed on the ground and was the official go-fer. 

Andrew choked up on the hammer handle but he got the job done.  Tin nailed and secured.  

Grape vines and chestnut tree

both had to be trimmed drastically

and they were.

A cleared repaired roof line oughta last a few more years.

Finish work and complete clean up tomorrow.

We'll have fire wood and wood for crafting.

Only a million more jobs to go.

Playing Outside

Moved my rain gauge

Finished my designer end table

Stared up into the pecan trees

Got my pyro fix

Moved my little bottle tree but searching for a more suitable tree. 

Helped repair the shop door and called it quits for the day.

Fifty-Five Plus Sixty Equals...

one (me) playing outside.  Raking leaves, burning brush and a varied amount of just playing long overdue.

I raked some pecan leafs

and burned some wind fall.

There was no burn ban

so I played with fire.

The pecans with no goody inside exploded sounding like gun fire.

That was interesting to say the least.

Uncle Bill used to tell me

if I played in fire I would wet the bed.

I'll let you know how that turns out.

Let 'Er Burn!

Hubby couldn't stand it.

He had to strike the match.

I cleared some more

and more.

Hubby had a great idea.

Far easier than carrying it to the pile.

Stoking the fire was easier too.

I just couldn't cut fast enough.

The next project waits.

Obsessed or Possessed...

Help!  I can't stop.

The fig won the draw

along with the plum trees

and a few other sprouts.

Plants sprouting every where.

I guess you're wondering what is wrong with me.

Remember last year Hubby almost died?

I didn't do much trimming then.

Well, I'm playing catch up.

The Lady Bug posed.

Found a vacant nest from last year

and have baby figs!

Does it look like I did any thing?

Fig straight  ahead, plums to the left,

minus the dead limbs and stray trees.

The tools wait for another job.

Farm Labor Of Love

Farming has to be a labor of love, otherwise, we could not keep on keeping one. The trees still fallen from the tornado and new ones from the ice storm were gathered today.

The cows did not care.

The horses could reach the new tender grass where the limbs had been. They grazed happily and waited for each branch to be moved.

The pile was large since Kubota King had started it. Old, old black walnut limbs were stacked and burned.

The Burn Queen got to drive the Kubota! Bev did a fine job with it, enjoying the power of more than hand clippers. Today she did not protest the size of the fire, just enjoyed the gathering, the cleaning and the burning.

The finished product: ground cleared, wood to ashes feeding the ground. We were proud of the day's work.