My parents arrived this morning about 7am. There is nothing like the sound of a 1950s era tractor with no muffler starting up to let the neighbors know you really like them. Fortunately, we only had to run it long enough to get it off the trailer. They're all gone now, including the tractor. A knot from a limb on the ground ended any chances of moving much with the tractor. It punched a hole right through the tire. But we got a lot more chopped into bits I can manage with the ax.
The branches of the tree have been reduced to massive logs short enough to fit in the fireplace.
It's just that they're 20 inches in diameter.
The largest piece we cut is 36 inches across and required two passes with a 26" chain saw.
My tiny hands, in perspective at least.
There's a lot more "smaller" wood still to be cut. We were tired. It was beginning to rain. We left this for another day.
My dad brought his old gasoline powered wood splitter. It was brought back to him, finally, after the man that borrowed it passed away. They brought it back because it didn't work. I wish my dad would check these things BEFORE hauling it all the way here from his house. In any case, I'm heading back out once I sharpen the ax to split what I can in the next 30 minutes. I'll stack it in the basement using the wheelbarrow for transportation. Oh how I wish I had a bobcat.
4:29pm - I'm not as strong as I wish. I took cuttings from the yellow/orange and pink brugs. I don't know if we'll get frost, or if they'll die over the winter, but I cannot stand it. I brought some branches in that had nearly formed flowers. I've been told they'll open if kept in water. I wonder if they'll root?
How it was...