Love this! These moments are precious memories. Also, you know someone is a "keeper" when they willingly help tear down a shed on a DATE WEEKEND! One of my "possibilities" didn't make it past the one Saturday morning of cleaning up small sticks in a field Daddy needed to sow in rye. Oh, well. Her loss. I found the right one later!
I dream of the day where I'm tired of doing what you describe yet also enthralled with my presence and my love of nature, which is way more powerful and inspiring, and important, than that lazy part of my brain that tells me "someone else should do this." Can't thank you enough.
I love the story of the survival your Farm using the method of your ancestors … the coming together of friends to do the labor or cleanup!
The scene you describe of your mama calling all of you together to fill your bellies with her homemade biscuits and last season’s Muscadine jelly!
My mind’s eye enjoyed the visceral scene from the sound of the chainsaw, the sweat of the men, to the vision of a plate of biscuits and a jar of jelly.
Thank you for sharing your life with your readers.
For people who happen to own tractors and such....for us, they get burned up and unfortunately they burn really slow so they'll be in the way of new pecan trees for years!
We were in the eye…so much beautiful wood going to burn piles. A dozen deodora cedar (considered holy wood in tibet) laying in place where they fell. Can’t give wood away here. We’re using this pecan for fire wood. I, most here, just can’t deal with it. I did get some 4’ x 10’ x 2’ deodora milled but idk what I’ll do with them.
My Garden Club will be there next month for lunch and a tour! That trip will be the Highlight of April!
We’re gonna put some of these blood lilies aside for y’all!
Love your articles…, inspire me so. I too love playing in the dirt❣️
I'll take a biscuit, please.
Last week, we had biscuits and compared wild muscadine jelly to our cultivated muscadine jelly
What did you conclude?
Love this! These moments are precious memories. Also, you know someone is a "keeper" when they willingly help tear down a shed on a DATE WEEKEND! One of my "possibilities" didn't make it past the one Saturday morning of cleaning up small sticks in a field Daddy needed to sow in rye. Oh, well. Her loss. I found the right one later!
Nice story. Buck is not going to like getting wet! Give him another shed!
I dream of the day where I'm tired of doing what you describe yet also enthralled with my presence and my love of nature, which is way more powerful and inspiring, and important, than that lazy part of my brain that tells me "someone else should do this." Can't thank you enough.
I love the story of the survival your Farm using the method of your ancestors … the coming together of friends to do the labor or cleanup!
The scene you describe of your mama calling all of you together to fill your bellies with her homemade biscuits and last season’s Muscadine jelly!
My mind’s eye enjoyed the visceral scene from the sound of the chainsaw, the sweat of the men, to the vision of a plate of biscuits and a jar of jelly.
Thank you for sharing your life with your readers.
All those gorgeous stumps… sounds like a golden opportunity for a stumpery 😉
For people who happen to own tractors and such....for us, they get burned up and unfortunately they burn really slow so they'll be in the way of new pecan trees for years!
The pecan lumber is very beautiful.
We were in the eye…so much beautiful wood going to burn piles. A dozen deodora cedar (considered holy wood in tibet) laying in place where they fell. Can’t give wood away here. We’re using this pecan for fire wood. I, most here, just can’t deal with it. I did get some 4’ x 10’ x 2’ deodora milled but idk what I’ll do with them.