Monday, December 3, 2012

Step Away From the Chainsaw!

This is a cry for help. LOL. Someone come take this chainsaw away from this man! His poor, old wife is plumb tuckered out!

Work ethic seems to be a casualty in today's society. I can assure you that it is alive and well here at the end of the dirt road.

Trees are a precious commodity around here in the desert. They are few and far between. Some wise soul planted quite a few around headquarters here long, long ago. I whisper a prayer of thanks to that person on a daily basis. Alas, I spend much of my time hauling hoses around in an attempt to keep them watered. Rain would help. Haven't had much of that around here in a number of years and a few of the trees have met their demise.

Around here, although we don't have much rain, we do have an abundance of wind. A few weeks ago, one of the trees behind the bunkhouse lost a big limb and it fell on a second tree which in turn, fell on the roof. Thankfully, there was no damage with the exception of a vent at ground level that another limb took out:


So, this weekend, DH powered up the chainsaw and went to work:

He cut:



and he cut:

and he cut some more:


Poor old tree looks like it's tongue is hanging out. I know mine is. I am pooped after this weekend:


Lots of wood chunkin' was going on:


Here is DH saying, "I'm going to end up on that blog of yours, aren't I?"



Going:



going:

gone:


Gosh, it makes me really sad to lose trees. Those weeds on the right side he picture...yeh. That is a dance for another day. My dance card was full this weekend.

We drove the tractor over and loaded it up time and time again with firewood


and hauled it to the fire pit:


That oughta keep us eating supper by the fire for a long time.

While DH hauled off the biggest chunks, this:

became my dancing partner.

I carried lots of the brushy branches to a clear spot and made a BIG pile that we will burn when it is safe.


  Then I raked as much as I could into  smaller piles with the plan of raking it into the big pile.


Seems like that big pile kept skootching farther away when I had my back turned. The two pile were about 30 yards apart. That requires a lot of raking. I finished cleaning it all up, but I am raked out!

And while I was doing that...what do you think DH was doing?

He was doing this!

This an old dead mesquite tree just outside of the chicken coop.


Let me repeat. Someone please come take this chainsaw away from this man!

14 comments:

Carol said...

Oh my gosh...what a lot of work...what is it about a man and a chain saw? LOL! The good news is you'll have lots of wonderful suppers in front of the firepit!

Darlene said...

Just look at him and speak very slowly "step away from the chainsaw". Hopefully he'll understand, simply set it down, turn around and walk away.....now you quickly swoop in, grab the chainsaw and run for your life. LOL

Sarah said...

Looks like Australia! The endless blue sky, even in winter. Flat, red dirt, not much rain, even in winter! Hard work is not dead in rural areas is it. I'm a farmers daughter, married a farmers son (but we're both teachers) and we know the upkeep involved.

Dorian said...

LOL Karin. At least you have some firewood for those lovely fire dinners ;) But yah, wood cutting/hauling/stacking/raking is back breaking work. Enjoy a hot bath and a glass of wine ;)

Gwynette in NW Arkansas said...

The roar of a chainsaw will be going on here soon. We live in the woods and DH marks dead trees in the summer to cut in the fall for the fireplace insert. Hard work, but so nice to back up to a hot fire!!!! Mean time, we are breaking heat records set in 1970. It's to be 75 today.

Cow Pies & Mud Pies said...

Lol. I love it...Step Away from the area...with The chainsaw!

I hate to lose trees too, but on the house is bad.

Sounds like you need this week to rest up! I would probably have some sore arm muscles!! lol

Nancy said...

Living in the High Desert, I understand how difficult it is to lose a tree - no matter how old it is - because only the really hardy ones survive.

I am thankful to those who planted trees with their eyes on the future. My neighbors and I are reaping the benefits of them every day.

Although your old trees are gone, now's the time to plant new ones for the next generation. Another name for a tree is "Hope."

Cascade Quilts said...

sounds SO familiar! My hubby just was tuning up his chainsaw for our hunting trip a couple weeks ago - and them trimmed a tree in the back yard before we left! I said ''who is going to clean THAT up''. He said ''YOU''. Really?! The trimmings are still sitting there (trimmings that did NOT need done!) Ya, my hubby needs to be kept away from the chainsaw too!

Judy Laquidara said...

Y'all so need rain! I can see why you were tuckered out. That's hard work!

Pauline said...

Leave the man alone! Don't you know the chain-saw is the funnest tool around! I have one and L♥VE to use it. Now with a few trees as you have, this was a rare legitimate opportunity for the man to play with it for real! And now look at all the firewood you have.

Anonymous said...

My man is the same way, never knows when to stop sawing or trimming. linda

juliehallfeldhaus said...

I remember coming home one day and the old cedar trees looked like palm trees. They just don't know when to quit when they have a chainsaw in their hands!!! supper by the fire will be nice some night tho!!

Denise :) said...

Gracious...instead of taking the chainsaw away from him, how about sending them *both* here for a little woodworking?!? :)

Staci said...

I can't image how tired you two must be over all that!

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