I love having visible proof of a productive weekend!
Since we actually had some sunshine this weekend and the temps were a tad cooler (only in the 80sF), my husband and I decided to start gathering up firewood for the winter. The natural gas pipeline that crosses our land was widened at the beginning of this year. As part of our agreement with the gas company, they left some of the trees they felled with the tops and limbs already removed. Once my husband dragged a couple of them out with the tractor and chain, we were set to go.
He used a chainsaw and an axe to cut and split the wood. I came behind with the tractor, loaded it into the bucket, then carried it to the rack and stacked it. Watching my husband swing that axe, I think I definitely had the better end of the deal!
On a side note, one of our outside dogs had a productive weekend as well. Somebody, we think it was MamaDog, brought a dead muskrat to the house yesterday morning. We’ve seen evidence of them at our pond, where they are a nuisance. Maybe she thought she was helping out.
Now I can’t get that song out of my head. “Muskrat Susie, muskrat Sam….”
Since we actually had some sunshine this weekend and the temps were a tad cooler (only in the 80sF), my husband and I decided to start gathering up firewood for the winter. The natural gas pipeline that crosses our land was widened at the beginning of this year. As part of our agreement with the gas company, they left some of the trees they felled with the tops and limbs already removed. Once my husband dragged a couple of them out with the tractor and chain, we were set to go.
He used a chainsaw and an axe to cut and split the wood. I came behind with the tractor, loaded it into the bucket, then carried it to the rack and stacked it. Watching my husband swing that axe, I think I definitely had the better end of the deal!
On a side note, one of our outside dogs had a productive weekend as well. Somebody, we think it was MamaDog, brought a dead muskrat to the house yesterday morning. We’ve seen evidence of them at our pond, where they are a nuisance. Maybe she thought she was helping out.
Now I can’t get that song out of my head. “Muskrat Susie, muskrat Sam….”