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My apologies for not posting much this month,its been eventful. It all began with a rain storm. One which exposed a leak in our roof. A rather big leak. Hubby got up there and patched it only to find the shingles brittle and old. Time for a new one. So we spent some time ordering materials and contacting our roofer, he’d done a smaller job two years ago, very reasonable. Then we noticed how the grove of old Cottonwood trees were
staring to have branches snap off. We have acreage, and a good part of it treed. These trees were ninety to one hundred feet plus tall, and close enough to the house to cause damage to that new roof we were planning…so we hired a man to take care of them. There were over twenty trees in all, with twelve being huge. The cost astounded us, It started at twelve grand, we negotiated it down to just a tad over four, but hubby had to help, and the clean up was ours to do. The new roof goes on today. The tress were completed four days ago. We now have a mess in our back yard, soon to have one in our front as the shingles come off. So in saying this, if my blog seems rather thin in the next few weeks you will all know why. Both of us have physical limitations, but we hope to take a bit of time doing clean up. Thankfully hubby has a big machine, a skid steer to do a lot of it. But he still has to use his saw to buck up lengths from sixty feet down to five or so to manage them. Some trees are well over three feet across! He’s no youngster either, just turned 69. And I am so hobbled up that I direct him, though I have tossed a small limb or two out of the way. I must say I am pretty proud of how robust the still is!
Then to add to it all I went and bought a huge spoon collection from an estate, some 1900 of them, yes I collect spoons. Now they will need sorting and to be displayed. Hubby suspect we’ll both be in heaven before it all gets done. Already he has several burn piles ready for winter burning. Yes we phoned everywhere to try to get someone to take those logs, no mill wanted them. We even tried several paper mills, no luck. So the next few months will be busy. I will do my best to post, but if not you know where I’ll be, standing amid the debris wondering how to get it all done. Good thing we had saved up to buy a car, wont’ be doing that now, the saving will go to the new roof, and the rest to the tree removal, will have to hold off on that vehicle for now, oh well!