Last night, Deb posted this image to social media, commenting, “Caught the tail end of tonight’s sunset. I’m gonna miss this view once the leaves come back, but not enough to wish the trees away.”
I had myself some good picnic table time early this morning. I staged my vitamins-and-supplements regimen for the week and lightly dressed the edges of my EDC knives. I also sharpened the dime-store hand ax I keep by the fire pit (not pictured).
This black walnut seedling gifted to me last July by our campground hosts, christened “Ernie,” is surviving. Even better, it’s in bud (perhaps prematurely).
During our walk around the homestead this afternoon, Deb (who had the day off) came across a couple of visually striking details — a dead twig with a dead vine wrapped around it like bannock on a stick; and a run of barbed wire from long-ago days when this land was grazed.
Near the burn barrel is a hollow hardwood stump that has over 18 inches of composted heartwood inside. I believe we’ll use it as a planter.
The right-of-way we had to clear for our power line is beginning to fill-in — I counted nine healthy red cedar seedlings and a dozen tiny deciduous trees taking hold. I’ll remove that brushpile soon, and then the vegetation there should really take off.
Yesterday morning I shaved down two hardwood stumps in that area, which yielded three respectable oak rounds (second image).
I couldn’t help noticing that the void in one of those hollow oak stumps resembles a bison skull.
Where the south end of the driveway meets the road, yesterday’s work uncovered a memory. Under piled-up construction debris I found three strands of flagging tape tied to a small tree, marking the spot where we wanted the entrance of the driveway to be.
We’d left it there over two years ago. Time sure flies.
Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.
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