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Today, Again, We “Paws”
October 13, 2013, 10:43 am
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Even King is tired today!

Even King is tired today!

October 13, 2013

   Today, I am stiff and sore. I guess you get that way trying to keep up with 18-20 year old young men! Especially at my advancing age 😮 The photo says it all. The little boys would rather watch than help and even King looks tired.

   I have a few things on a short list for today, but mostly I plan to rest and pause just a little. It is good to reflect on what has been accomplished around here in the last couple of weeks. Pasture and speltz have been planted. One field of corn has been picked and yesterday much of the sugarwood got cut and split.

   I am dealing with a long nasty weed in the corn called “barnyard grass” I don’t know what it is or where it came from, but I am very sick of it. It wraps around every piece of equipment that I have tried so far. It looks like the horses and I will be picking corn by hand. The hogs and cows can pick the small and nubbin ears. I don’t know what to do about that darn grass, but I will think on that too today.

   I will divide my time between the corn and the wood for the next few weeks. Then I hope to do a little fall plowing with the horses until the weather turns bad. Right now the weather is perfect. It has even dried a little bit making everything go a little bit better. Some rain is in the forecast, but it is to be followed by a few more nice days … I’m ready! 😮

 



Big Foot?
October 12, 2013, 8:43 pm
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Sugarwood Frolic

Sugarwood Frolic

October 12, 2013

   Okay, maybe not big foot, but perhaps, big belly! I know after working with it all day, I have decided that it is too big 😮 What a great day for working outside. The sun was shining. The breeze was light and cool. It made for great working, until the very late afternoon, when the breeze died down.

   My two farmer friends and some of their boys, came today to help me cut and split wood for the sugarhouse. It takes a mountain of wood to boil all that maple sap. We will need about 12 to 14 cords of wood. Trust me, that is a lot!

   The day got off to a rocky start when I got the log splitter stuck in the mud. Once we got it out, it wouldn’t start, probably got wet. We worked that out and finally got underway. The boys worked like grown men. All of us kept right at it.

   Lunchtime came, so we took an hour break to fill us up. The smallest boys went fishing for a while. I watched, listened and shared in conversation. My cousin and uncle shared a few of my “prized moments” with the group. The laughter was good for all of us.

   At the close of the work day we had made great strides. One third of the wood is cut, split and stacked to dry. The other almost two-thirds is all cut to length (28 to 30 inches). Much of it is stacked ready to be split. Only three trees lay waiting for us to buck. The tree tops of those trees have been eliminated.

   We worked in an area of the woods where my “crop tree release” efforts were put to use last year. Many cull, crooked and dead trees were removed from a hillside where small sugar maples are growing. The trees that were removed,  will be all used up as firewood, to boil 2014’s maple sap.

   I am tired, but still can’t quit smiling. The long wet summer of 2013 is almost behind us. I am catching up on my jobs.  Having great friends and family to help, makes the whole job sweeter. Now, if I can just get serious about losing that big belly 😮

 



A Fallen Matron
October 6, 2013, 11:49 am
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The end of an era

The end of an era

October 6, 2013

   Among the things I hold in highest regard, is an old black and white photo. The photo shows my great grandpa, holding the reins of a beautiful buggy horse. The big gelding towers over my small grandpa. It’s muscles are rippled under the clean and neat harness. The buggy is in great shape and holds valuable treasure. That treasure is my great grandma. She sits in the buggy seat, holding a bundle in her arms. That bundle is a baby. That baby is my grandma, my mother’s mother.

   Just a day ago, my grandma passed away, missing her 97th birthday by just a few weeks. We will all miss her very much. Just like the large old tree in the photo, her life was long and the marks she made on people’s hearts and minds were many. She taught us many things, often by example, but I do remember one time when she straightened my cousin out with a metal dustpan 😮  His attitude changed very quickly, mine too. He got whacked, but we both learned something that day!

   All of us have made a mistake or two along life’s way. Grandma was always there to put things in perspective. Her dry wit was timely and swift, but her forgiveness went on forever. She worked hard all of her life, again, setting an example for the rest of us. She loved us all no matter what,  with enough love left for folks less fortunate. I would talk more, but she would already be wanting me to hush up about bragging about her. So, I will simply say … Rest In Peace.. Gramma, I love you.