The Cedar Glade...

is what it was always called.  Mostly cedar, pine and few hardwoods grew here on the rocky side of the ridge.  Before the tornado you could not see the sky line well.  Now it looks bare to me.

 Seeing the top of the ridge is something new in my lifetime.

Years before my memory Dad and Mom had goats

 on this hill side keeping the underbrush clear.

  The briers make it almost impossible to walk.

Here lie the roots of an ancient cedar torn up by the tornado but the loggers were able to save it for lumber.  Much they could not for if a tree is twisted so will the lumber tend to twist.

You can see the healed twist in this small tree.

Many cedars could not be used for lumber

but can be split for fence posts

A pair of Osage Orange or Bodark trees

 One gone one twisted and split but still living. 

Supposed to be the best tree for making bows.

It is sad to see the destruction 

but the tiny cedar trees are growing again.

In sixty years you'll never know the damage that was here.

Returning from my walk

A frost bitten vinca tries to convince me its spring.

These Boots Are Made For Riding, Not Roofing

I am sure Ariat makes boots for roofing but these aren't them!  I was headed to the barn but decided to have Hubby help me get the tin back on the old house blown off by the tornado.  This has been a job we haven't been able to get completed until Sunday. 

Self portrait proves I was on the roof,

hot, sweaty, and scared but on the roof.

 This is the area we had to replace.  Now Hubby and I are neither spring chickens nor light weights so we were very cautious while climbing on this steep, old baby.

This picture is from the roof of the lean-to kitchen, not the highest part.  I soon discovered Ariats were not idea for roofing.  I slipped, I slid, I stretched, I hammered then Hubby felt sorry for me and joined me for the high part.

This is how I got up, just rode up in the bucket with my tools and climbed on the roof. 

Hubby had to climb up the tractor, to the bucket and onto the roof, laughing at me while he climbed.  He has no fear so he took this as a great opportunity to increase mine. 

Brave man on the roof cap, making short work out of what would taken me a long time to do.  When we loaded back into the bucket for him to climb down, he casually mentioned that the bucket has been dropping.  THEN he said, look, the back tires are off the ground, too much weight in the bucket.  I had my eyes closed.  Laughing at my fear, he climbed down the tractor and lowered me to the ground so I could safely step out.  RAT!

While on the roof, we spotted these buzzards,

across the field.

Were they waiting for us to fall???