Tag Archives: fire

Catching Up

8 Jun

Just a few random things that have been going on around here.  I am not really going to have a crop of cherries this year.

one of the handful of cherries on the tree

I think the day the orioles were all over my tree, they were feasting on what was to become my cherries.  I’m okay with that though. We’ve had a really cool, late spring, and I’m sure they were grateful for the food.

oriole stealing twine for the nest

I came home from work one day last week and was greeted by Rocky with a snake.  I really need to up my game in doing repairs/remodeling around the house.

Rocky–look at those eyes!

I took the snake from the cat and returned it to the great outdoors.

I do believe that is a look of gratitude.  At least, I’m going to pretend it is.

I’m still waiting on a manure spreader.  It is the busy time of year for my nephew, but I’m getting impatient.  I have so much to get done before we go on our road trip.  In the meantime, I’m working on clearing the area where the magnolia tree used to be.

bleeding hearts

I’m trying to figure out how to clear it and leave the few flowers that haven’t been destroyed by dogs, goats, and neglect.

a lily getting ready to bloom

I have things coming up in the garden.

potato from one that was left over from last year’s crop

While I was working in the garden, I finally lit the fire–you know the giant one from cleaning up after the derecho.

It still needs to be pushed back up into a pile after the hay gets made.  Then I’ll add more brush from my place and light it again.

Then my hope is that it can go back into pasture/hay field.

A Conundrum

29 Mar

We have a bit of a conundrum around here.  My nephew was working, using his backhoe, and it smelled hot.  He pulled into his dad’s drive and…

Luckily he got out before it was engulfed, and he was not injured. Several small town fire departments came to help put it out.

There were several loud explosions. He wasn’t sure what the first was, but the other explosions were the tires blowing.

He’s had the backhoe for fifteen years and spent 5000 hours in it.  I personally hope he can replace it fairly soon.  He was going to bury Flower for me this Friday.  I am too old to dig that hole by hand.

I guess this means I’m going to delay putting her down and keep babying her for a while.  I don’t really mind, but there are several other old goats who are looking pretty rough too.  I hope it doesn’t take too long to replace it.  If it does and she (or any other goat) gets critical, I will find an alternative, but for now, she has a reprieve.

Walking Down My Road

19 Jul

Early Monday morning (or the middle of the night; I have no idea), before the sun was up, I got woke up by the lights and sirens of the fire trucks going past.  Because I live a mile from a main highway, most times when they go by, it’s because of an accident on the highway.  I rolled over, hoped it wasn’t too serious, and went back to sleep.  When I got up in the morning, I went out to milk.  I was immediately hit with the acrid scent of burnt wood.  I remembered the trucks from earlier, and got worried about what had burned.

Cutie

After chores, I decided to walk down the road and see what it was.  I have to admit that I enjoyed the walk along my road.

Edited: It’s partridge pea

birdsfoot trefoil

Queen Anne’s lace

Edit: It’s mullein

chicory

milk weed

Just at the end of my property, someone came out and thought about joining me.  I was a little surprised to see a deer this size without an adult.  Hopefully the little one knew where it was headed.

More wild flowers!

Queen Anne’s lace

milk weed

I don’t know–tell me what this is

wild parsnip

chicory

As I neared the end of the road, I was becoming optimistic that the fire hadn’t been one of my neighbors, but then I saw a wisp of smoke.  My neighbors lost one of their buildings.  The thought of fire on the farm is very scary, and I’m glad they didn’t lose more.

It really left me grateful to see my barn roof as I walked back home.

You can see my barn’s roof tucked between all the trees.

I don’t know what I’d do if I lost my barn or any other building.

Fionn

Hopefully, I never have to find out.