Tuesday, September 10, 2013
At the same time the loggers were falling trees out back,
the new wood floor was being installed inside.
I think it turned out beautiful.
The area rug came from my Mother's house.
It will soon be replaced with a different color,
although I think it looks lovely on the floor.
I wasn't sure I would like having wood floors, but I love it.
The floor we picked is hand scraped and has a matte finish.
The dogs can't really hurt it because it has a rough surface already.
Sunday, September 1, 2013
I have been getting emails from Blogger saying they cannot use my credit card to renew my domain name. The card had expired, so I updated it last month and now Blogger is sending me the same email. If my blog disappears, it will be their doing, not mine. I have corrected the payment information - what else can I do? Have any of you had this happen? Any suggestions?
Thursday, August 29, 2013
Now that I have replaced my computer, I really need to start bringing this blog up to date. There are so many pictures (hundreds) of the logging operation that they all begin to blur together. So I have chosen a few to show you so perhaps you can get an idea of the scope.
Below is a picture I took of Tim the day before the loggers came.
Notice the wall of green behind Tim in this picture.
Here is the same place, minus the wall of trees.
I was astounded at the expanse of sky that was revealed. It was, and is, fabulous.
The brown lump you see in the background is one of four slash piles. They are two stories tall and we will burn them in November or December. I've been told they will burn for at least a week.
This is one of many trucks carrying logs to the mills.
I snapped this shot because of the size of the logs.
Here is Tim sitting on his forest. You can imagine how large the stumps were.
My employers did us a huge favor and sent an excavator out, with an operator, to dig the stumps and pile them up for burning. They saved us thousands of dollars.
This picture was the view from the drivers seat of my car when I pulled into the carport.
(The framing on the left is the RV building that never has gotten the sides covered.)
This was the view towards the end of the logging operation.
Now there is about 7 cords of firewood stacked next to the RV building.
This is just a random shot of the loader piling up logs.
I must say it was a bittersweet time for both of us. We want to have pasture to raise our own beef, but we truly loved those trees and have lived with them for 17 years. The first day of logging I was in tears several times. It was gut wrenching. Every tree that came down shook the house when it hit the earth. It was quite loud and scared my poor dogs to death.. But now we are looking forward to next spring when the grass is planted and the fencing is in place. We will have ample room for a huge garden with no worries about big trees blocking the sun. As hard as it was, we are both happy with our decision. We didn't make as much money off the lumber as we had hoped, but when all is said and done I think I will still get that barn I've always wanted. And, of course it will be RED!
Tuesday, June 25, 2013
My computer is still torn apart and the various componants are somewhere in the guest room with a bunch of other stuff that needs to get put away. Having the floors done and getting Mom's furniture at the same time was like moving out and moving into a new house. I still can't find anything and I've ended up with more stuff than places to put it! As for the trees..... my oh my it was quite an adventure. Actually it still is. I have tons of pictures to share, but I need to be able to get my computer up and running first.
Saturday, June 1, 2013
The logging company will be hauling in their equipment tomorrow morning at 5:00. Less traffic to disrupt in the wee hours of Sunday morning. The trees begin to fall on Monday. Tonight I took some pictures of the trees from different views. It's kind of bittersweet but I just have to keep my sights on those cows that will be grazing on that lovely pasture! Lot's of pictures coming soon. . .