I know all the goody goody about trees, and could care less a this point, I hate them right now. They are literally the thorn in my side.
We chainsawed the tree limbs in the cattle run yesterday at the farmstead. It was my job to walk through and throw out all the limbs that I wouldn't die from touching, over the fence. Sounds easy enough. Some have thorns bigger than husband's middle finger!
I have holes in my side, they puncture and withdraw, my arms were bloody, and the back of my legs. I was a good girl, and kept working, with only a little cussing. But I broke. I will admit to you, I broke when the thorns slapped me in the face.
I cried like a little girl.
Bawling, mind you. Not a whimper of discontent, but good old fashion my life is over teen angst ridden my parents hate me bawling. And yet, through blurring vision, and a sniffing nose, I kept working.
And this gate has been buried for at least 20 years. It took us a bit to yank it up out of the ground
I think this should be my new masthead. Medium's foot.
And clean water from the windmill
the motor on the right, doesn't work.
more blue bottles, the small one on the left is a Bromo-Seltzer bottle
I have also updated the Dandelion Jelly post with pictures.