Fresh Cut Cedar

Can you believe that I haven’t published a post for three days?

Me neither.

What is this world coming to?

My stress level is running way too high and there’s too many, way too many, things have been going on around here.

For instance….

(not that this is what’s causing the stress, it’s just something that’s needing to be completed)

Now that the tractor is fixed and the weather has cooled, we are working on opening up more pasture for the horses.

I’ll not go into why they have been unable to use this pasture, only to say that it’s about time they have access to it again.

We have been planting poles or setting poles, however you choose to say it.

When we first moved here, we didn’t have a tractor or an auger. All fencepost holes were dug by hand with a post hole digger. We put fence around the perimeter of the farm. Long, hot, hard work days were spent putting up fence.

It’s so nice to have this auger. The post hole digging goes so much faster and is much less back breaking.

Notice that you don’t have to dig far to get to the red clay that is so common in the South.

We also have been cutting cedars, that have fallen on the farm, to use for corner supports.

Love the smell of fresh cut cedar. But I could do without the noise the chainsaw makes.

This is one of the many things we are trying to get accomplished before winter weather sets in.

Because you have to beg, bribe, or drag to get me outside working in the winter.

I hate cold weather. It takes me forever to warm back up.

For now, most of the posts are standing tall waiting for barbed wire and horseshoe nails.

Then the horses will be happy to have new stuff to munch on.

And we will be moving on to the next project.

 So now you know why I haven’t been at the computer.

When you live on a farm, the work never stops.

I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Twisted Fencepost Farm Photo XXVIII

Remember the mum I told you almost died in July while I was on vacation?

It survived the summer neglect.

I just love that orange flower!

Determined Little Nut

It’s that time of year when the leaves start falling.

So do the pecans.

And it’s a race between me and the squirrels to see who gets them first.

Not a fair race though. Since they can climb the tree and get them before they fall.

After a good rain or we have high wind, I head outside with my pecan basket.

I’m getting quite a collection of them to store up for winter baking and snacking.

See this pecan in the center of the picture?

It’s barely hanging on.

Been that way for three weeks.

It’s a determined little nut.

I wonder what it will take to get it to fall?