My morning servicise on Sunday consisted of trying to clear the fence lines of the weeds in the area by Hidden Springs Park, trying to do it quickly enough that it required some good cardio effort.
It’s hard to do blackberries quickly, though. 🙃
They hurt!
(My arms and legs have been shredded by blackberry bushes over the last week or two. I’ve got scabs coming out my scabs. 😆)
I got a burn permit and started burning what I was pulling up, although that probably wasn’t very smart, as the wind was howling. I had to work a little harder than I was comfortable with to keep the fire from spreading too far on the dead grass of the field. 😅
It’s funny, a little later in the day when the wind had died down quite a bit, The county actually called me back and revoked the burn permit for the rest of the day, telling me that I needed to put the fire out. Fortunately, I had already done what I wanted to do, but I did find it funny that they gave me the burn permit when the wind was howling and revoked it once it had calmed down. 😆
I didn’t end up going to church again today. I’ve been struggling a lot with that, mostly because I haven’t done very well with my foreign addiction battle, and it’s just discouraging to go to church when so much in that area.
I’m struggling pretty significantly right now just in general. A lot of that probably has to do with not going to church. I’m not reading my scriptures. I’m not really praying. I’ve sort of slipped and abandoned all of that again.
Not abandoned, just… not… engaging at all…
So I’m doing pretty crappy myself right now. Emotionally and spiritually, I’m doing really badly. I am, howev
Instead of going to church, I tried to do a little bit of service for my hill family. Liz and Mike wanted the significant overgrowth on the turn next to the driveway cut completely out. It was an absolute mess of poison ivy vines everywhere. What one might think were little tree saplings were poison ivy vines just sticking straight up out of the ground.
Gazillions of them.
The last time I worked on that area several years ago, I didn’t realize there was poison ivy in there, and I came away with a nasty case of poison ivy.
This time, though, after using my chainsaw to cut down the bigger trees in that cluster, and then realizing that what I thought were saplings were actually poison ivy vines, I just went over, grabbed my skid steer first, tore everything up, and then eventually realized I needed my mini excavator, so I brought them in the excavator over, scraped up all the ground, dug up the stumps, and called it good.
So now that area is dirt instead of poison ivy and clumps of vines and trees and what not.
I wanted to get it finished as a surprise before they came home from church, and I succeeded. 😊
Don’t know how they feel about me having done it on Sunday, but it was service, so… 😅
My nephew Stevie helped me out a bit with that project as well, and then I walked the property with him a bit telling him about the projects that we are working on to try and make Haven Hill a more beautiful and more productive place.
As I was getting ready to leave to go to Oklahoma to get more of the greenhouse stuff, the guy came to get Jim’s motorboat, So I stayed and helped with that, as he didn’t bring a compressor to air up the tires with.
I was grateful that the gentleman was able to help me load up all the posts from the first greenhouse into the back of my dump trailer. So I got all those picked up and hauled home, and I brought home all of the weed cloth that was still good.
I spent some good time learning about ramps and all that jazz, and then vegged out a little bit and called it a night.
Oklahoma greenhouse
Ram pump
Lift the world.
~ stephen
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