a tale of tails, tenacity, and tedium, as told by me, usually barefoot and bellowing
Showing posts with label smoke house. Show all posts
Showing posts with label smoke house. Show all posts

Friday, December 11, 2015

"Dirt Poor" But Inventive

The old smokehouse has stood as long as I can remember.
Beneath it is the hand dug root cellar.
Had to put my thinking cap on because the shedding of the asphalt siding exposed the spaces between the boards.  Blowing rain could create another problem.  Solution:  feed sacks!  The plastic woven feed sacks are used for many purposes here.

The sacks were split, tacked and tucked under the remaining siding as best as could be done. Siding pieces were tacked back into place.  Secured and painted.
Not a great solution but one solved with product on hand.  This should keep the smoke house and contents dry for a few more years. If you drive by quickly...it looks okay.
Painted an old lawn chair while I was at it.

Friday, August 28, 2015

And The Beat Goes On

as does the work.  One tiny project seems to last longer than I expect.  This is the old smokehouse over a dirt cellar.  Both are still usable.  The dirt cellar actually is just holding our empty jars. Our houses hold the full ones.  The smoke house is mostly storage but makes a great drying place for herbs.  This is on my winter project list to organize again.
 During the high temperatures the shade dictates my job for the day.
Cutting out the bird poop trees freeing the Sweet Williams to grow.
Time has a way of wearing things down.
Pieces of siding and fence will be reused.
 My cow bone guarding the entrance got a new coat of paint.
Just for fun I added Welcome as you enter the yard.
I believe it's safe to say no one has a yard like mine.
I'm always armed with a camera.
Revelation! 
That may be why jobs take me so long.
Being easily distracted is a blessing.
The front of the smoke house before
and after.
All by hand looking for rocks and stumps.
I'm tired.
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