A long time friend heard through the grapevine that I was "at the farm." Via email she wondered what there was to do at the farm in December. "Pheasant hunting" was my reply. After a brief hunt today, during which no pheasants were threatened, a cluster of cedar trees were observed growing in the grassland.
Both of my regular readers know that I have a long time struggle to protect the purity of the grass. Volunteer cedar trees colonizing grass fields soon corrupt the land so that it is neither grass nor woods. Putting the gun away I took the brush clippers from the truck and spent more time cutting cedars than I had hunting. So there's always that!
In the area of the cedars there are also some rocks showing their tops above the ground. Making a mental note of their location, someday I'll return and remove them. If the ground freezes before I get to them they'll be there in the spring as they have been for 10,000 years since the glacier retreated. So there's always that, too.
Takk for alt,
Al
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