If you happen to suffer from insomnia, I have discovered the totally organic, all natural, completely chemical/drug-free solution! Just come work on our farm with us for a week! I have had the best sleep of probably my entire adulthood from the work being done around here! Now, it’s time to start catching up on the blog a bit. There is sooooo much tell, I’m just gonna go story by story until I catch up….
First, I have to show off one of S’s first projects. He had to remove an old, dead tree. It finally succumbed this past year, and no green leaves appeared this spring. It had to go before a branch fell on the house.
He felt like it was a job he could handle, so with a little help from his brother, they got things set up. They roped the most threatening of the big branches and winched it to another tree to pull the limb AWAY from the house. S then donned his safety gear, including bee helmet and safety climbing harness, and headed up the tree to start cutting.
The branch fell perfectly, right between the house, the cisterns, and the septic tank. The process went so smoothly, they decided to move on to the next branch. He’s slightly convinced he’s part ape.
They repeated the process until all large branches were down, leaving only a large stump.
You might be wondering why safety gear included a bee helmet. Well, just about 3 feet under S’s right arm is this:
Look inside. See them? Since S is allergic to bees, he allowed me to climb a ladder to get this photo for him–without a helmet, just so you know. He’s so sweet. Anyway, the remaining trunk is full of a feral honey bee hive. We like feral honey bees. These got a little upset with all the chainsawing, as was expected and hence the reason behind the bee helmet. We also weren’t sure how high up in the branches the hive went. After the branches fell, though, the bees quickly calmed. Overall, they proved to be quite a mellow bunch, and we are hoping to re-locate them to one of our hives. That’s a future project, though, so in the mean time, they get to keep their trunk.
This project was a huge success, everything went well, and we now have lots of firewood sawed and ready for splitting. In fact, of all the “what ifs” that could have happened, but didn’t, there wound up being only one casualty. Unfortunately, it was my favorite spruce tree.
Oh well, guess I can’t complain too much. S may be destined to be a lumberjack yet.