Clyde believes that you can never have too much firewood. Jesse has suggested he seek counseling for his problem. When we get down to twenty cords of wood in the wood shed he gets nervous. This stuff doesn't grow on trees you know! Oh wait a minute, it does. Maybe he does need a little therapy.
Last weekend was all about fire wood for Clyde.
This is normally how potential firewood arrives at our house....by the dump truck or end dump load, salvaged off of a job.
But we also get it from our own property, when we take out a tree here and there or do some trimming.
Here's Jesse 30 feet in the air trimming a tree a couple months ago.
And it goes with out saying that if Clyde can use an excavator for any chore, he will.
This was a yellow fir stump that he pulled out from over by the shop when they did that bit of clearing a couple months ago.
It makes awesome firewood. Check out Clyde get totally sprayed with wood chips.
Look how handy that excavator is...you can use the teeth on the bucket to split the wood.
These beams were salvaged from....
this job. It was a cannery that was destroyed in a fire.
The excavator comes in handy again.
Doesn't everyone cut firewood like this?
In an attempt to use every size chainsaw that Clyde owns in the same day, he also limbed a few trees along the back yard.
My friend calls it a "chain saw on a stick".
While Clyde was busy with the firewood, I was weeding and edging my flower beds.
I wheedled Clyde into helping with a couple gardening projects.
I had a couple shrubs that needed to come out of this back corner of the garden and since he had the chain saw out already...
Then the roots had to come out, so Clyde wrapped it with a chain and...
yarded it out with the quad.
He would've used the excavator but I convinced him not to destroy my grass. That's usually what happens...the lawn is actually looking good and we find a reason to walk the excavator across it and destroy a perfectly beautiful lawn, then you have to replant and wait a couple weeks for my grass to grow back.
And while Clyde and I are working hard, getting projects done, Hissy had confiscated my lounge chair. I'm only hoping she wasn't disturbed by all the racket...spoiled kitty.

