Sometimes it’s a small project like clearing brush and fencing for a pasture, which just requires hours of no-brain grunt labor (my specialty, as I don’t have a lot of skills). Other times it has been a big project, like tearing down a house, building a a cabin for my husband, or helping to trench for water to the barn.
For most of the big projects I’ve hired men (often in big machines) to work with me. DH is not involved except as an appreciative audience when it’s all done. He was brought up in apartments and, for him, to spend his scant free time mowing or shoveling or wielding a hammer would be torture, as if someone asked me to take a calculus exam for pleasure.
- crushing Scott’s house
- the big bonfires: burning acres of brush
- logging the land
- stumping and clearing
- building the barn
- building the barn interior
- building the cabin
- trenching for water and electric
- building the garage
I also want to share brief glimpses of some special people. Over the years half a dozen men have patiently taught me the very few, very rudimentary practical skills I have, and in between the blisters and bad weather, hard work and black flies, I’ve had so much fun with them. So many laughs. They are the best.