|Mike cuts red fir #5|
You probably think we came here to the farm to relax and enjoy the cool breeze away from the heat of town. Nothing could be further from the truth. With the exception of yesterday (we took a break in honor of my birthday), we have devoted mornings to working “in the woods,” and it was work. Mike felled, skidded, bucked, and loaded the wood of four dead red fir trees sitting on the bank of the draw just off the north field. In fact, we really loaded the wood from each tree twice – once into the 4-wheeler trailer and then from the trailer to the pick-up. Mike also felled and bucked a fifth tree, but we already have a heavy load on “Ol’ Silver.” We dare not add more.
|A "logger's" tools|
These trees are casualties of the fire that swept through the draw two years ago, and it’s high time they were cut and gone for the health of other trees in the area. As a result of the same storm and fire, we have a lot of pine on hand, and it’s not the best firewood, so the fir will come in handy.
|If only we could have felled the trees into the field|
It had been Mike’s hope to fell the trees into the field, which would have made the work so much simpler, but alas! they were leaning into the draw, so that’s the way they had to fall. We couldn’t drive to them, so we had to haul the wood out with the 4-wheeler.
It’s tough work, and Mike has to do most of it since I have neither the skill nor the brawn. I just do as I’m told while visions of other activities dance through my mind. I have always been a dreamer and while I try to compensate, when the going gets tough – or boring – I’m apt to disappear within my own thoughts.
|Matted grass is slick|
“I hate to think of the two of you doing that work,” lamented #3 son on the phone yesterday, safely 250 miles away.
|Three trees on 'Ol Silver|
“NO KIDDING!” I responded. “Sure,” I told Mike, “we’ll have plenty of wood. We can enjoy the fire from our wheelchairs, provided somebody else carries it in.”
|Mike cuts Tree #4|
Even though we have been working, we did enjoy the cool breeze until late yesterday afternoon when it suddenly turned hot. It remained warm through the night -- a "Hot August Night" -- and today it’s hot again (100 at the barn as I write). The “light rain” did not materialize. It continues smoky, and the dust is always with us this time of year. It’s also hot and stuffy in the house since we weren’t here this morning to close the windows. Rest assured, it’s still summer. KW