All in a day's work........

March 14, 2013  •  Leave a Comment

It's been a busy day at the farm.....to say the least.

My hubby started his day by designing a chair out of a log and a table to sit around the burn pile for those times when all ya want is a hot dog and a burnt marshmallow.

I wonder if he could carve me a moose out of a log???????  He'd prolly just look at me when I asked and would more than likely say.........

That's right.  Nothing.  Oh well, the thought was nice as it passed through my sawdust filled brain.

Later in the day, my father - n - law decided to go a step further ...further than what we were all intending to do since we were beyond wore out, and push a tree down with the help of the tractor.....which I operated for the first time today.   More on that later.

Can you tell it was a pretty rotten tree??????  It was hollow inside.  The inside was as soft as sawdust.  

It really didn't take much to get it to the burn pile and burn up pretty good.

 

Can you smell those hot dogs now??????   

Well, too bad....my sister n law was thoughtful to come home from her full day's work at the office and fix jalapeño burgers.... and salad....( for me)..... and onion dip....... and veggies...and chips and guacamole dip for dinner.  

Otherwise, I looked at the love of my life and told him all he was getting tonight for dinner was scrambled eggs.   ha.....he was too tired to even care.  Trust me, he would have eaten them....

Okay.....are you hungry yet?  I'm building up an appetite all over again. 

 

See how excited he was when I told him he was having scrambled eggs?????  I knew he would agree.

It's been a full day.....a long day.....I look at the clock......and sigh. And somehow manage to keep breathing.  

Yes, I drove the tractor today for the first time...slowly....very slowly....I had a very patient teacher ......even when I almost threw him out of the bucket when he was raised up all the way and reached for a tree limb to pull down.  

I have to admit, it was fun.  Even though it felt like I was driving an 18 wheeler......that was moving at the speed of a snail.   

I mean come on...it's not like driving my go-cart when I was 12.

Sigh.

Those boots you see above are about to have to retire.  Sadly.  I love red boots.  I have to find more.  Have to.  

They have walked through a lot of dirt, ash.....and chicken poop since they've arrived here.  Memories.  

Perhaps they will politely become a photo prop.

Good night to all....we shall see what tomorrow holds.

 

Over and out,

Mrs. Rogers


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