I’m not sure who wore out first, us or the machine.
Since the last storm, my husband, Jimmy, and I have been running fallen wood through the chipper. Yesterday we hit the 1,000-pounds-of-chips mark.
Although the equipment was rated for a three-inch diameter branch, we fed only items half that size. Still, the metal feeder shuddered and shook so badly that the hinge finally broke.
“Thank goodness!” Did I say that aloud?
Every muscle in my body aches. I’m accustomed to hard labor in the garden and around the property, but the constant bending required for this task is more difficult than it looks. Jimmy is complaining, too.
It’s just as well that the equipment stopped working. My fall garden still needs planting, and I also need to prepare for upcoming events and trainings. (I need the break!)
My husband will take the machine for repairs. The cursed thing will probably be fixed by the time the events have passed.
“I look out over the property and all I see is work that needs done,” my husband complains. When you have a small farm, this is often true. A recent microburst, however, has complicated our landscape and canceled any weekend plans we might otherwise have had—for a long time. Continue reading From Branches to Mulch→
A wide-brimmed garden hat shades my head, a soft bandana covers my neck, and sunblock protects my delicate skin. I water the garden and feed the goats and turkeys early in the morning while the sun barely peaks over the horizon. By the 9:00 am, it will be too hot to be outside.