The Farm Report
"Tim, there isn't anything funny about that whole story. You're embarrassing us. Quit it!"
OK. So September is in the record books, and I'm ready to get back into the firewood.
While I was away getting a '3 for the price of one' root canal repair on my teeth, the weeds grew around my cut rounds of logs. Maybe that helped me lose track of September, too.
My jib crane is how I get those big heavy rounds back to the splitter and up onto the lift table.
Through the magic of hydraulics, that table raises up level with the splitter beam. All I have to do is pull on a little lever.
Bingo! I also use some homemade-and-handy tools called picaroons to pull the wood where I want it.
When one of those giant oak logs pops in half, but not quite, I use my jib crane to flip the log over and give it another go. No lifting for me, if I can help it!
Annie and I have been going to the timber splitting about every morning now. A Ranger full is about right. I take it back to the shop and put it inside for later - when we need it.
'Tim, there isn't room for him and me both up here.'
Outside, September (and the whole darned summer for that matter) was not kind to the greenhouse or the garden. Just so you won't think it is always a perfect world out here on the farm. Stuff happens.
After 118 years, we have new steps fitted into the manor. The old ones had never been made correctly, and had been a pain for all that time. I'm thrilled to have the new ones.
And other fun in the orchard: This is an apple from one of my two remaining previously unidentified 2009 Mystery Graft trees. I have tasted it (Absolutely Delicious!) and I think I have identified it.
This is the bottom side. It almost looks like a Yellow Delicious. But it isn't (hint!).
Out to the mailbox one day to get the bills. This soaked package was in there with the other bad news.
It was dripping wet and smelled of dill and garlic. Oh my!
Oh my, oh my, oh my! Chad and Christina had sent me some of their homemade pickles and the jars didn't make the trip. Dang!