Back On

Clear skies and sunny throughout the day. The temperature was 31F this morning, but reached a 50F high.


The boss gave me a call this morning-- we were on.

Instead of going to the farm, I drove over to one of the houses on the far side of woods. Newport and the foreman had just pulled up-- the boss had rented us out in the hopes of scrapping together a few more end-of-the-season dollars. We got busy dragging broken tree limbs out to the drive-way. The boss showed up with the chainsaw and cut everything into a manageable size. The foreman brought around the tractor, with the wagon attached-- piled it high with brush. It took all morning and 5 wagon loads to clear out the storm damage.
Then lunch time.


I fell asleep for a while, sitting out in the sun.


After lunch we headed up to the boss's house with the tractor. In the hour or so of lunch he'd finally had his electricity reconnected-- five days after the snow storm. He said warm showers were the only thing he really missed. The area around his house and wood's edge took a heavy hit from the snow-- broken trees everywhere. The boss seemed a bit sad-- we had to chainsaw down a cherry tree he and his wife planted thirty years ago, when they built the house. The boss's brother came up with his bucket tractor and gave us a hand clearing away the plant rubble. We managed to have the area in decent shape by the day's end.

Chatted around with the boss back at the farm store. The boss is headed off to a farm bureau meeting tomorrow, so we checked over the machinery and got the day's orders all laid out. Gizzie doesn't know it yet, but it seems that his season is over. Last to join is the first to go. It'll just be me the foreman and Newport from here on out.


Down to the bottom of the barrel. On we go.

Take it easy.