As the weather eases into fall, around here one's thoughts turn to toe toasting by Bruce.
But in order to toast one's toes, one must feed The Bruce.
S. and I worked up a pickup load of wood from her log pile the other day, and this morning, I stacked what we had thrown willy nilly into the barn. I still need at least two more rows of wood before I can rest easy.
The homestead, being surrounded on two sides by forest, provides a fairly steady supply of odd downfall wood that I gather up from time to time and put near my sawbuck.
Mr. P loaned me his saw to help cut this lot up.
It works pretty good on small stuff, but the bigger ones still need the buck saw.
It didn't take too long to turn them into suitable bits for Bruce to be able to turn them into BTUs.
I'm thinking about taking the wagon around about and gathering up some more branches. Since I am the only living creature within walking distance of my house who cannot wield a chainsaw, I feel obligated to gather SOME of my own wood each year. That Saws-All is about the extent of my comfort zone with a power tool for wood. So I will probably be putting some milage on my buck saw before the snow flies.
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Before I turned the water on the garden this morning, I picked all the zinnias that were in bloom. This one has captured my heart today. I wish the camera could translate the subtle shades of orange that actually exist on this flower, but we will have to be content with the limitations of my skills and photography equipment for now.
This is as close as I can get in passing on its beauty this morning.
Okay, I'm off with my wagon, into the woods. We'll see what I can find...
Mr. P loaned me his saw to help cut this lot up.
It works pretty good on small stuff, but the bigger ones still need the buck saw.
It didn't take too long to turn them into suitable bits for Bruce to be able to turn them into BTUs.
I'm thinking about taking the wagon around about and gathering up some more branches. Since I am the only living creature within walking distance of my house who cannot wield a chainsaw, I feel obligated to gather SOME of my own wood each year. That Saws-All is about the extent of my comfort zone with a power tool for wood. So I will probably be putting some milage on my buck saw before the snow flies.
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Before I turned the water on the garden this morning, I picked all the zinnias that were in bloom. This one has captured my heart today. I wish the camera could translate the subtle shades of orange that actually exist on this flower, but we will have to be content with the limitations of my skills and photography equipment for now.
This is as close as I can get in passing on its beauty this morning.
Okay, I'm off with my wagon, into the woods. We'll see what I can find...