Is getting the logs split and into the stove!
We do it together– he lifts and splits. I take the splits and stack!
Then haul it into the house. (I like to use the rounds and the splits as a mix in the firebox)
Wood…it’s been a fall/winter/ early Spring continuing job.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We split a huge pile of logs for the fireplace.
It was a good feeling that splitting was ALL we had to do!
YAY!
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We spent the afternoon listening to the psalm of the wood splitter
Making a pile of split wood from the ‘way too big to get into the firebox logs’.
We just do a few. I sort and stack as I haul in the just-right size of logs, then when the big log pile gets too big. Outcomes the wood splitter.
Helping us stay warm and toasty throughout the heart of winter.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
We got the call from the rancher the cows would come in today. Off Terry and I went to check all the fences one last time, check the fence around the other house, and the electric fence at the horse corral. After a wind sometimes big weeds get into the electric fences and cause them to short out.
It’s been a spell ( a whole year) since these cows have been here; they will be wound up and very excited searching out their new pastures…
Having the cows run through a non-working electric fence would NOT be a good thing.
After lunch, we warmed ourselves up
Splitting some firewood for the house…warmth in splitting the wood; warmth in the fireplace.
Then, as the long dark shadows started showing in the sky we headed in…satisfied everything was good to go for the house, the cows, and the farm.
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,
Linda
Although we have storms, and melt, and wind, and rain….the outside work still goes on.
The transient cool morning air, bright as crystal’s some mornings
Frigid, shadowed and mysterious at night
The rain streaming through thick and gray clouds changes the earth from white to deep dark brown.
Then the glow of chilly blue skies filled our minds with sunshine
Until a breeze, more like wind,
comes up and whirls the falling snow into a twirling madness
Then the light is gray and secretive. Filling our world with silence.
From my world to your heart,
Linda
Life on a Colorado Farm 