My oldest and I spent the weekend taking out some aging and poorly placed trees. The new owners of the house wanted a fresh start, so we cleared out six gold arborvitae, a weeping cherry, a red bud, and a bald cypress.
Most of it was pretty straightforward, pole saw and chainsaw work. We used the tractor to move the heavy pieces and disposed of everything out at the farm. As soon as we get some decent rain, I’ll burn off the debris. Right now, just a little too dry for my preference.
We got most of the job completed Friday and Saturday, but there was one load to clean up and haul Sunday morning. Of course, after time change, I have been in a time-lapse haze, trying to recalibrate my body to the difference in light. This nonsensical practice has to stop. Needless to say, that final load was the most tedious, not because of the work but because of the time change fog.
I’ve been contemplating putting out a sales book I wrote several years ago. Business slows down a lot this time of year, so I should have the time. I might test the waters and see if there’s a demand for it right now.
That’s all for now. Remember that love eventually triumphs over hate, so try not to let hate rot you from the inside.
Obviously, I haven’t been blogging much. Mostly because I stay so busy but also because I just haven’t had much to say. Those who know me best are probably snickering at that last line, but it’s true.
For those who are curious, a few years ago, I started a tree service/landscaping business. Given my circumstances, it was the best option for me. I love the outdoors and have always enjoyed that kind of work. Today, I have a growing LLC and serve most of East Tennessee. It’s not as “glamorous” as writing or as “prestigious” as teaching, but to paraphrase Booker T. Washington, there’s as much dignity in plowing a field as in writing a poem. Besides, I’m happier today than ever before.
I’ve been considering rekindling this blog with glimpses into the jobs I do. If I can build back a little following and have decent interaction, I might do it.
Overall, life is good. My body is sore but my soul is unencumbered. It seems like each week I add a new piece of equipment or a new client, and no two days are ever the same. I wish I could impart to other creative people that using your skills for utilitarian purposes is so much more rewarding, both financially and emotionally, than creating self-indulgent crap. Ah, but that’s a different post for a different day.