I told Stacey that Wilson and I were going up to visit my DM and to cut trees on Saturday. She requested pictures. Let's see if she likes these.
Wilson with safety helmet in the woods at our first stop.
A very interesting fungi. I've never seen one this color before. Perhaps my nephew J will be able to give me the name of this fungi.
DM, Wilson, and Lita dog contemplating our next task. Lita had to lead the way around the farm.
She must have thought it was quite the important procession...she marked the path for us every 20 feet or so. I didn't think her bladder had that much capacity.
It was a lovely though warmish afternoon. I say "we" cut trees but, really, Wilson is the muscle with the chain saw. DM and I drag branches and brush out of the way. We'll have another full day of brush clearing ahead of us in November. More of the leaves will be off the trees which will make it easier to decide what to cut. We'll be clearing brush from near our deer blinds then. Here's a view of where I'll be sitting the week before Thanksgiving.
My blind is a very nice place to sit. Aside from the serious nature of deer hunting, sitting in my tree for two or three (or more days) allows me to decompress in ways not usually available to us. For those days, it is my "job" and I am supposed to be sitting in a tree. Surrounded by nature. No mobile telephone, no computer, no demands. A notepad and pen nearby to record thoughts so I don't have to hold them in my mind. Listening to and watching nature....from the squirrels running from oak limb to oak limb...to the owl landing on my blind (at o'dark thirty and scaring my boots off).....to the cardinals, blue jays, and sparrows providing entertainment when there is no other movement in the woods. We should all have trees to sit in.
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