Last Saturday, Allan and I spent the day at our land. I piled limb after limb on our burn pile. I even managed to drag a few trees on to it. There was blood, sweat and tears, well no tears, but blood and sweat were involved! There were nearly tears though when a tree branch swung back and hit me in the head. I didn't know I was hurt until I wiped what I thought was sweat, but it was blood instead. Yes, that is a hot water heater next to the burn pile. I hope it doesn't explode and send us into orbit when we get a fire going on the brush pile.I spy with my little eye- one Dr. Pepper can, one water bottle, one doritos package, and one 100 calorie cookie package.
Yes, this is a bullet-riddled hot water heater. Old hot water heaters make great targets for target practice. I wish I could say that I put all those holes in there, but I have to be honest and say that I didn't hit the target one time! Not once! I'm usually a pretty good shot but not this time.
Allan began to try to clean the brush around our pond. As he was backing the tractor up, I could see it all ending badly but luckily it didn't.
Watching him work made me tired. I went back up to the picnic table and drank another Dr. Pepper.
I decided to go looking for Christmas trees since there are so many beautiful cedar trees. We won't be bringing any of them into our house since we are allergic to them. There are so many to choose from anyway so how would I ever decide on the right one?
This one has a nice shape to it.
Look at all those lovely ones!
I then ran across this pitiful little Charlie Brown tree. Maybe one day it will be big and pretty as the others.
Still brush hogging!
He was listening to his ipod the whole time he was working. I KNOW the main track he was listening to was Kenny Chesney's "She Thinks My Tractor's Sexy". I can just hear it now-
"She thinks my tractor's sexy
It really turns her on
She's always staring at me
While I'm chuggin along!
All in all it was a good day. Now, if i can just not break out in poison oak I'll be fine!