A Bit at a Time
This forenoon, Dennis and I had an agreement.
We would each work under tree areas of the blue barn acre. Dennis dropped me off at the northern area where a huge tree that had Kudzu vines too numerous to count hanging from on high. All of the vines have been cut at the dirt level. They will slowly die while hanging and swinging in the breeze. Can you believe some of the vines are an inch or two in diameter. If one were brave and to swing from the larger ones, there might be the sound of our very own Tarzan.
This huge tree had the galvanized tin going all the way around it. The tin is gone and with my six inch rake, I was making raked piles of leaves, dried branches and twigs around the base of the tree. This spot will be a campfire later this fall. As I raked, I had our Harbor Freight lopper to nip off all of the sucker vines that were entwined in the dirt around the tree, so my rake wouldn’t get caught in their web. The tin had shored up dirt around the tree. Talk about mellow dirt from decades of decaying leaves and such, making its own compost. As I could rake dirt from the tree trunk, my shoes could easily sink into the soil by several inches.
When Dennis had made his own campfire fire pile towards the south lot line, he came over and we both sat on the tailgate of the little red pickup for a break, enjoying some breakfast coffee that was still hot in his thermos cup. We may only have worked on it for an hour or so, but we each had made some progress to come back and do another day, a bit at a time.
Dennis and I enjoy working together. Only the two of us can appreciate the gains that we have made since the actual blue barn came down.
We are both off the clock for the remainder of the day. Sweet.