Cutting Down Trees

Today was a chainsaw day. I slept better, and then after breakfast I went for the log I’d left in the path. I brought it into the yard, cut off four feet or so I don’t need for log purposes, and then began to cut trees out front. I only cut down a few although I cut them up as well as what was left in the sawhorse. I have a fair pile under the side of the porch now. I also have a much bigger pile of brush and more of a view.

I went around with the clippers this evening and cut bushes along the edge of my yard as well as along the trail to the road. It was all buggy work but I wore a bug jacket with no shirt on underneath to keep cool. I also peeled the log I’d cut from the tree that fell across the trail in the winter. Surprisingly, it is still easy to peel. I should work on the other ones too. Although I have no idea what I would use the logs for. I might square off the one I hauled in today, using the chainsaw. I also had a vague inkling of a machine, a kind of rough bandsaw I could make out of stuff I have here that would mill such a log. My new hot water system with the pipe from Maryam is working well, and I’ve not even been using the solar shower which saves filling it in the morning. I have decent pressure and lots of heat as long as I take my shower just before dinner.

About Barry Pomeroy

I had an English teacher in high school many years ago who talked about writing as something that people do, rather than something that died with Shakespeare. I began writing soon after, maudlin poetry followed by short prose pieces, but finally, after years of academic training, I learned something about the magic of the manipulated word.
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