Wood ‘n Apples – Fall Dispatch
ooden you know, it’s that time of year again; hauling in seasoned firewood and not wanting to use it, and waiting for the late apples to ripen. It’s a stupendous year for fruit, epic, you might say. Oddly no yellow jackets, and hardly any deer…hmmm. No shortage of lurking deer hunters, though. A daily head count is in order in the cow department. We had our annual vet visit last weekend and the little boys are now officially steers. They are stepping a little gingerly these days, so I don’t have to worry about them creep feeding themselves right into a hunter’s sights. Mama is a great comfort to them and they are actually staying in their designated paddocks.
The division of work on the woodpile is as follows – Hangdog and Ruthless split and haul the wood to the house, and I stack it in the basement or woodshed. I’m the keeper of the wood pantry, too. Some wood is hot and some is warm; no point in wasting hot wood when it’s not really very cold, so once it makes it back to the house, I am the one to do the sorting.
Another division of labor thing, is that Hangdog does all the heavy equipment stuff. If it looks like I’m standing there with my hands on my hips telling him what to do, that is an accurate picture. I’m having him push out brush and blackberries in an old orchard. He’s pretty good with plants, but he hates hearing about killing the wrong thing. It’s just easier this way. Sometimes it gets a little too literal though.
Conversation after his recent jaunt with the hog mower.
Me: “Did you mow down any of my electric fence?” (This is after cringing every time I hear the mower bog down off in the distance…)
Two weeks later when I happen to walk by that section of pasture and see, of course, (slaps head) he didn’t hog mow it! He pushed it all out with the cat a week before he ever thought of hog mowing in that area! But, in his “defence”, the fence in question is always needing fixing anyway since that is where the deer and elk have their major trail from the canyon. I have to repair it a lot. What’s one more time?
Needless to say, he wasn’t touching the orchard with the blade and chainsaw until I was right there acting like a tree hugger.
NOT sorry to see the blackberries go. I’m reseeding this area this week with a pasture mix and some old oat seed that I need to get rid of. We are finally supposed to get rain this coming weekend, making it a perfect time to reclaim this area with some daylight and fresh seed.
That marks off a couple of things on the dry weather list, three more days of dry to cram in some cover cropping, soil amending, seed gathering and prune picking. How is your fall going?