Last week, we finally had the big tree directly behind our house taken down. It was such a big job (and so close to the house) that we called in a professional, one with a fancy truck with one of those little buckets they ride in, in order to be able to take it down limb by limb. It made me sort of sad to see it go, but it was entirely dead, and the huge branches hanging way over our house were definitely dangerous, so I suppose it had to be. On the upside, this one tree will likey supply all the firewood we'll need for the winter. Or at least a huge chunk of it. Mark and my dad spent most afternoons last week busting the wood into manageable logs for the woodsplitter. We'll start splitting these into fire logs soon. Such is the nature of farm life, to be splitting firewood in the dead heat of summer.
Last night, we loaded the farm truck down with branches and brush and moved it down to a ditch in the lower pasture. What with the weather being so hot and dry right now, we probably won't be able to burn it for awhile, but when we can, what a bonfire! I foresee several Nutella s'mores in my future.
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