I don’t usually write on Sunday, but I couldn’t resist. Yesterday was quite the busy day on the homestead. Around 10am, the homestead hubby proclaimed, “Let’s go outside.” We had already been out to the garden once, I with my trusty cup for collecting berries and he with his faithful tennis racket for swatting mosquitoes. I was feeling lazy but acquiesced.
I am glad we did because there ended up being many “firsts” for me:
first time using a chainsaw and pruning saw
and first time using a log splitter.
The chainsaw was battery-powered, but I was good with that. It’s better to learn safely and come away with all limbs and digits than to dive in unprepared. I cut down a couple of trees (more like twigs, but it was better than nothing) and leveled a small stump, which is much more difficult than I thought. I pruned some dead branches and helped split and re-stack an old log pile so it will hopefully dry out for burning.
It’s bittersweet, though. I always loved our backyard. It reminded me of home.
At the same time, I’m so excited to see my dreams progressing.
Next year, that spot will be filled with a coop, hand-built by my awesome husband, and several beautiful chickens. I’m sure the grandkids don’t mind sharing their space!