Pioneer woman at it again...

Just catching up on some of my old pictures and post ideas from earlier this spring.

As you know, I spend a great deal of time out by the fire ring -- some weeks at least 3-4 times, especially during the early summer and early fall.  Sometimes, I feel that between that and cutting the grass and fishing, the neighbors think those are the only things I do around here.  Hmmmmm ... they might be right.

But enjoying the peace of the fire ring doesn't come without some work on the front end.  It seems I have to order my firewood early in the spring, before the farmers get out into the fields.  My wood guy has a farming business which has him spraying fields for a number of people.  He is pretty much busy 24/7 for a while and if I don't get my order in and delivered before he hits the fields, it might be some time in June before he gets around to me.  So anyway -- this is what everything looks like once he delivers and after I split it all once.

Now it is time to take all of this back to the woodpile and stack it.  That's where the pioneer woman came into the picture.  She helped me load the wagon and then she would drive it to the back yard where I would stack it.  What a team !

Pretty good looking wood pile, huh ?  This was in March I think.

So here is an update -- it is now August and that wood is pretty much down to the last row.  Might need to get another load so I will make it through the fall.  Won't use it all, but it won't spoil being out there all winter.  Besides -- who knows -- maybe we'll have a mid-winter wiener roast or need a fire to keep warm while we're trying ice fishing again.  Stay tuned.

Old wood best to burn, old wine to drink, old friends to trust, and old authors to read. (Athenaeus)

Hooah

At least it's not on the front porch of "The Home"...

From looking at the picture, you can tell that this was taken earlier this year prior to all the leaves coming out on the trees at Tawawa Park.  Pam and I like to walk there, and it seems they have some nice swings located near the creek, and along through the woods.  It is very relaxing there and we often indulge ourselves when we are ready to leave...just  a relaxing swing session before heading out.

As you already know, both of us like to spend time in our hammocks behind our house -- both the one on the deck and the one out by the pond, under the maple tree.  We would probably spend a good bit of time in a swing on our front porch if we had one, but the porch is too narrow.  Wouldn't work.  So, that's why we like this one at the park.  Does that mean we're geezers? Ehhhh -- I don't know, but at least we're there enjoying ourselves somewhere we had to drive and walk to and not at "The Home" . 

Never, ever, ever lose the desire to climb a tree, to run through a sprinkler, or ... to swing with your sweetie in the park by a babbling brook.

Hooah

Kinda like a Norman Rockwell thing...

Well, it's that time of year here in Shelby County -- time to gather the wheat and as always, time to see huge rolls of straw in the fields.  For a number of years we would jokingly say they looked like big elephant turds lying all over the place.  Not so anymore...

We have come up with a new description -- Tootsie-roll Minis.  They look like huge Tootsie roll pieces .  Another name we came up with was those little round pretzel things with cheese in the middle, only much bigger.

Anyway, another marker of the passing of time is out there for us to enjoy.

 Don't judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds you plant. (R.L.Stevenson)

Hooah