Last weekend, our next door neighbors had the hickory tree cut down. We’ve had a love hate relationship with that tree for almost fourteen years. (ok, it was all hate, the squirrels littering the drive, nuts falling on cars) It wasn’t until it was gone that I realized the love part. I do miss the shade in the afternoons 🙂
Our neighbor counted the rings and came up with 45. The old hickory tree was about a year older than me. It was huge. The tree guys took the topmost branches, but left the trunk and big branches behind. Seems someone has enough fuel for the smoker for at least a year. The tree also has made for a good workout.
I was a bit sore after a couple days of stacking and re-stacking, so I gathered kindling. (And I must point out that all those stacks of 4″x4″s in the background of the above pic are the ghosts of workouts past, so easy to stack)
Since I had the wood stacked and my kindling drying, I made a second trip to find a book. I got a wee bit distracted though and ended up with spooky ookies…
Since the week had gone so well, I decided to give Bella a bath. We both lived. I do not understand how a house cat who never goes outside can get a flea, but she did and well, she had to be bathed. She forgave me after I fixed her some chicken livers.