It’s been a bit of a hiatus from blogging. It’s not post-election anxiety. It’s not Covid. It’s hard labor. We’ve taken advantage of unseasonable warm temperatures to address erosion issues around the barn. This involves grading, terracing, and planting. We’re finally raising the grade to pre-construction levels, bringing the back end of the grade up four or five feet, (which includes burying the root cellar.) It’s an enormous amount of work. It involves moving huge piles of sand (which we dug out for the foundation) back, up the hill, and around the barn. This earthen berm that we’re re-locating is about eight feet high, by thirty-five feet long, by twenty feet across. Thank God for the Kubota.
Oddly, hard labor is a relief from current events.
We’re nearly finished the worst areas of erosion–and the weather is running out on us. We may have to do the last bit next spring. I’m hoping to get ground-cover transplanted onto those areas we’ve graded before the snow flies. We’re using periwinkle (aka creeping myrtle, aka vinca minor) as the ground cover, because its sturdy root structure can really hold a slope. Oh, and because it was free. I’ve been collecting and hoarding it for several years. For illustration of the scale of this, it’s one sprig of ground cover every four to six inches, covering a newly terraced area about 12 feet wide and 40 feet long. After planting, I carefully mulch it with pine needles, making sure that each of the little plants has its leaves above the mulch, and can see light. Of course, I first have to harvest the pine needles from the forest (because pine needles add acid to the soils, lock together to prevent erosion, dissuade the cats from digging, … and they’re free.) At this point, I’m looking forward to shoveling snow.
To take a break from grading, we took a walk in the woods the other day. We noted that recent high winds had taken down two big trees, right off the trail, an ash, and a beech. So, yesterday, we harvested those trees–cutting them into sixteen inch pieces (from the base of the trunk, up to three three inch diameter size.) The top bits we scatter in the forest to break down. These trees both exceeded eighteen inches in diameter at the base–so it ended up being a lot of firewood. Even we were surprised that it topped out at over two trailer loads. We got it all stacked and covered, just as darkness fell. This is what we do for fun, as a break from the grading work. This will be next year’s fuel, since we’ve already harvested all we need for this season. Since we harvest only deadfall, we don’t have to “season” our firewood for a year or more–to get it dry before burning. That makes us a little lazy about bringing it in in a timely way. Our ultimate goal is to get a year or two ahead of the game.
Today, it’s raining, hard and steady. The erosion control is working. And we are taking a well-earned break.
Yep, I hear you. You’ve been busy! (My blog posting has tapered off for similar reasons) Nothing quite like working up some firewood. I love the smells, love how it leaves me physically exhausted, and love the joy of having a good stash of wood already to burn. Did you grow up on a farm? Just curious. If we lived locally, I would have loved to help you when you were cutting/ stacking wood. We heated with wood from the time we moved to the farm when I was 9. Mom and dad were still heating with firewood until just 2 years ago when they finally moved to town. ( He’s 86).
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When I was a kid, we lived in the ‘burbs.’ But in my mid-teens, by folks moved to the way north–Copper Harbor, Michigan, near where my Dad grew up. That’s when I was introduced to wood heat, and all its cultural wrappings–cutting, splitting, stacking. It’s a lovely excuse for spending time in the woods. When I moved to Two Rock, I reverted back to wood heat. It was a bonding thing when Rick and I met–and we’ve been at it ever since. Our house is small, and insanely well-insulated, so we only use just over 3 cord a year. Our woods can easily provide that, in deadfall. So we are set. Lately, at the end of the work day, I’ve seen fit to collapse on the rug in front of the wood stove. That’s my guilty pleasure–snoozing with the cats on the hearth, or playing solitaire in front of the fire.
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LOVE 🙂
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Love the vision of you snoozing on the rug in front of your wood stove with the cats. See, that’s what I got out of all your hard work. 🙂 That and chopping wood for bonding purposes. –Curt
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I must’ve been a cat in a former life–and done something terribly wrong, to wind up now, as a servant to cats.
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Congrats! Even imagining all that planting just boggles the mind, lol
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It’ll take a while, but in a year or two, it will be really lovely. In the meantime, we will have solved our erosion issues. Works for me.
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