Hobbs and I, and sometimes that dog, have been helping Mom and Dad.

They’ve been working hard!

I sit around and supervise.

Hobbs just watches.  He says this is interesting, but he doesn’t want to work.

Boo Berry…she is useless.  She follows Mom here, there, and everywhere.  Sometimes Mom has to say: Boo, stop; you are going to trip me.

Then Boo gets her feelings hurt

and goes to lie down in the sun

(or the shade) and pouts/sleeps.

Anyway.  The big stuff is now taken care of.  Several loads of firewood have been hauled to the wood piles. And now—

Now Dad says we take a break from this for a spell and do something else.

Mom says she is going to rake up all the bark and put it around the yard as mulch.  Bark makes really good mulch.

About 8 more loads to chainsaw, Dad announces.  But I’m going to work on something else today.

So there you have it. The tree limb is becoming wood to burn, bark to mulch, and I’m about out of a supervising job.

TLC