I could cut down every tree….and….

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We cut down a fairly big oak tree that was dead on the property yesterday.

It’s always kind of spooky for me when I drop a tree like that.

I don’t have enough experience doing it to feel really comfortable with the process.

When the tree has punky looking dead sections….and a lot of heavy limbs overhead….it’s nerve-wracking to start its downward momentum.

But….I cut it down and cut it up…and didn’t get killed…..and we should get some decent firewood out of it…and maybe make a planter from the punkiest and biggest piece of the trunk.

Now I just need to figure out how to finish hollowing out enough of the punky trunk to plant something in it.

Cutting down a tree like that doesn’t get me any closer to turning that property into something that we can use, though.

Isaac said that it’s a pretty expensive storage facility at this point….and he’s right.

Cutting down a big tree makes it feel like we’re doing something, though.

The “pond” is a big mud pit with a strong stream of water flowing through its center now.

It’s amazing how a breach in the earthen dam can do that.

I guess the fish and the turtles are someplace downstream….in a river or another lake somewhere.

I liked it when they and the water were closer to home.

This “New Year stuff” is kind of a bugger, though.

Why’d we set up a system where we have a marker like that? Why’d we set up something that demands that we look at things in a way that makes us think that it’s important to turn a corner….establish a new paradigm….just “get’r done”…..just because we put a new calendar on the wall?

Why couldn’t we just coast through another year….not getting the things we have to do…..done?

Ennui is easy.

I could cut down every single tree over on that property, and it would feel like I was accomplishing something….but it wouldn’t get me any closer to the place that I need to be.

I need to work on that house.

I need to work on that barn.

I need to work on that garage.

I need to plow that field.

I need to get a dog.

I need to find a different truck.

I need to find a different minivan.

I neeeeeeeeeeeeed to…..

Man.

I wish that I hadn’t started that list.

Right now, I need to go make some coffee.

Start with the easy and small stuff.

Coffee I can handle.

I need some.

About Peter Rorvig

I'm a non-practicing artist, a mailman, a husband, a father...not listed in order of importance. I believe that things can always get better....and that things are usually better than we think.

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