Last Friday, I went to poke around my little bit of property in the woods. We had a portion of it clear-cut several years ago. The pines that naturally seed themselves in a clear-cut area are starting to grow, but the sprouts from the hardwoods are quite thick as well. I had taken a few hand tools, and I removed some of the smaller stuff. My father arrived later with a chainsaw and helped out a while. I had inherited Grandpa's old bush axe, but it was heavy and cumbersome. I remember one summer that I worked with the forestry service, we used Swedish axes that impressed me considerably for cutting saplings. I'm thinking I might just spring for one of those.
After all was said and done (I can imagine my mother interjecting here, "...more was said than done!..."), I felt only a small fraction of what needed to be done was done. On the positive side, I did get some exercise, I did enjoy the nice day, and I did enjoy listening to Daddy's tales about the olden days while we took a break. I tried to imagine how times were when Daddy was a youngster riding a bike all around the rural community selling packets of Henry Field's seeds. While we sat on a sourwood tree that had survived being uprooted, I saw two lizards venturing out. It was a warm day for February, and they were taking advantage of the sunshine. Earlier I had seen a warbler of some sort foraging for insects in the thicket. The day was perfect weather-wise. I might try to go back again sometime soon. (I live too far away to go as often as I would like.) Once warm weather, ticks, and redbugs arrive, I will not want to be out there.