The guard of virtue is labor, and ease her sleep.
Things are literally hopping here on the farm. There is so much to do before haying season begins. Much to do before our cows can move to another section of our pasture land. There does not seem to be enough hours in the day, but we move along as best we can. I will not speak for My Hero, but every year for me these jobs seem to become a little more difficult.
Yesterday morning, My Hero needed to put in a new gate at the back of the farm, in front of our best hay field. The discbine just fits through the narrow opening, and the existing gate has become difficult for me to open. This man is great at welding things, and the portable gate posts he created (much like a work of art) a few years ago, will be moved to another opening that requires the drilling into rock, for gate posts. This is expensive, so we wait.
It was a beautiful overcast (going to rain any moment) morning when the words “Could you check the fence on the west side of the farm?” came from his lips. Well, of course, I had to say “Yes”. After all, he would obviously be doing the hard work. I, on the other hand, had an excuse to walk through the beautiful forest and lush meadows.
He left with a jug of water, wearing his old, orange chainsaw boots, and I cleaned up the kitchen a bit, and then grabbed a jug myself, and headed out with my Pink Cadillac Boots.
The cows were all lying down, a sure sign those dark clouds above were more than a threat indeed. They always seem to know these things. I walked by them and only a couple stood up. The others did not care that I was off to do work to protect them from harm.
The always beautiful walk, along the cedar rail fence line, showed much damage from the long winter. There were top cedar rails broken, and the pickets, that held those rails up had dropped down from the weight of the snow and/or deer hops or possibly bear launch off points. I took photos and made a mental note of where the fence needed attention. That damage would have to be fixed before we let our cows back there.
The spring flowers were out, so that was a bit of a distraction. I probably spent more time than I needed, surrounded by my forest, with my rocks and trees which I had not visited for a while. The fence, in the clearing and over the hill looked fine as far as I could see. The sound of a chainsaw echoed through the forest, so I headed into the direction of that sound.
There I found My Hero kneeling on the ground in his orange boots. He was sharpening his chainsaw. It took some time for him to notice me. I stood and watched him work. His ear protection had blocked the sound of my pink boots dragging on the ground. The walk had been longer than I had remembered, and I was literally, dragging my feet by the time I had found him.
He appeared to be as exhausted as I felt. He looked up and we both smiled. The new gate posts looked great, and the fence line had already been cleared to make room for the wider gate. I automatically glanced down the fence line, guarding the hay field. There was so much damage and work left to do on that fence line. The use of cedar fence rails does make for a lot more work, but it works well and it looks so pretty.
The clouds had suddenly opened up, and we packed up everything quickly into the backhoe. I had made it just in time. Next weekend, we will get back there and try to get some more done.
Both pairs of boots work hard, but in very different ways.