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!