So I cut down a tree. It was my first one. Here’s a stop-motion animation of the event!
Jeremy said that when I wrote on facebook that I’d cut a tree down,most people would think I was cutting down a Christmas tree… he said that I should say I fell a tree instead. So I did that too. I fell me a tree. It was a maple. It was scary as heck, and my muscles all hurt, but it was exhilarating and awesome and I’m proud of myself.
Meanwhile, Jeremy hung curtains. Aren’t they pretty? We should be proud of him too. This is obviously not true. Jeremy taught me how to cut a tree down, and was taking pictures of me while I was doing it. However, he also DID hang curtains this week, to try to keep some of our lovely warm air in our living space, and not vent it out through the holes in the windows. He also put in a new fancy water tap, so that our water doesn’t taste like stinky sulfur! Yes, we planned on putting it in immediately after we moved, but it’s in now, and isn’t it nice? Especially when the camera is focusing on the clean utensils in the background?
We went to the distillery on Hornby on Saturday. It was…
(I couldn’t figure out what adjective to use right now, so I looked on my “farm mac” – all of the keys are a really dirty shade of brown – thesaurus for another word for cool and it’s informal options are “trendy, funky, with it, hip, big, happening, groovy, phat, kicky, fly”. I don’t like those. Points to someone who can find me that right adjective. It’s certainly not “groovy” or “fly”.)
The company was founded by an Icebreaker Captain and an organic chemist… you should go. It’s the real deal.
So is roasting sausages over a bush fire. They were delicious.
This log has a piece of flagging tape on it from when part of our fenced-in farm area was a path through to Dusty Road from our house. We flagged the path off because I was perpetually getting lost. I get lost less now. Not a lot less, but less. It was a little sad to see it burning,