Of Mice & Men & the Lowly Ant

DON'T UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF A WOMAN.

Recently, I have started Project Property Cleanse.  I am feeling tons better and am ready to get on with life.  The cooler temperatures we’ve had lately didn’t help me either in wanting to get out and get started on the land My Better Half inherited. His grandparents have resided here for over sixty years operating a side business of hay baling and tree planting in the process.  Nothing against them, but if we are going to live here the rest of our lives, lets make it how we (I) want/prefer while we can, right?  There is lots of work and fence building/repair to do.

I actually started working when the days were pretty hot but would work early in the mornings and only until I couldn't stand it anymore, then I found an inside project.

Here is some of what I am dealing with:

Defunct cow pens.

Part of old hog pens that is adjacent to the cattle pens.

Some hog pen wire that My Better Half pushed up with dozer when requested to do so.  They were rather large pens.

What is left of the old hog pens.

These pens have not been in long term use in quite some time.  The last time the cattle pens were used, portable panels had to be brought in to reinforce the fences as a certain few decided to jump through the northern side of the fence.

Clutter around the place.

The first stack of stuff I have come up with.  Lots more to go.

The second stack I started up.

Watch it grow!

The employ of nature's weed eater.

My Better Half asked me how I was going to haul it.  I told him in the cow trailer, just give me some time, a few kind words, and watch me.  He had decided that we wouldn't be able to haul any of this stuff off until we repaired our flatbed trailer as we would need a trailer with sides.  That wasn't going to work as I was on a roll.  We've all heard the story of the Little Engine That Could and the story of the Ant and the Grasshopper preparing for winter. 

A little time and a few kind words later. . . (Yes, I employed the help of the tractor on some things.  And I slave drove children while I was at it.)  We may be little, but we are MIGHTY!!!!!!!!!!!  (Might Mouse!!)

(No, I haven't finished working on redoing the trailer.  The weather hasn't exactly co-operated.  Too windy, too cold, too wet, too hot. .  . take your pick.) 

Anyway, I took the load to be recycled this morning.  It weighed more than I thought I would.  It was a little less than 4,000 pounds and 96 of that was copper I was paid for.  However, lesson learned. . . A new state rule; any communications wire must be accompanied by a letter stating as to where the wire came from.  Huh?  So the communications wire I had (a bunch of) went back on the truck as did about a half dozen old tires still on old rims. .  . They don't want the rubber, just the metal.  Gotta fix that.  Pretty lucrative day for a housewife.

(I only got one pile and part of the other before going to town.  I felt it was already a big enough load to ask somebody to pull out of my trailer.  Lots more stuff to go. . . )