Felling a Tree–A Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife Day 9

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Our mornings as organic farmers start out pretty much the same.

They. Start. With. Coffee.

After coffee, we worship. Then we decide what to do next. Sort of like a We-Don’t-Know-What-We’re-Doing-But-Let’s-Have-A Meeting-Anyway.

Kind of like government.

We have two GIGANTIC post-its on the wall. Seriously, they are 36″ x 30″ and they’re plastered sideways in our dining room. If you could look through a magical computer lens and gawk at it, you’d notice both post-its have rows. These represent our crops. On the rows, we’ve listed what we planted.

The trouble is, I can’t figure if I’m looking down on our graph, or at it, or behind it so I don’t really know where anything is in our field–which by the way is growing actual vegetables.

I regress.

Anyway, the other day we were basically finished with planting, so we had a planting break.

“What should we do today, Tom?”

“How about we cut down a few trees?”

I grabbed rugged shoes, a floppy hat, and Siri.

My job consisted of emergency stand-by in case Tom lost a body part. My mascot, Sam, sniffed around while I held the phone and admired my lumber-jack husband.

Tom successfully “felled” (I think that is the term.) two trees that were in the way of the trucks delivering our modular home. (Our already made home that will be delivered to us in a few weeks is a whole different story.)

The third tree stood dead center on our homesite. We had the excavator leave it because of its beauty. Over a hundred foot high, the tall poplar swayed in the breeze not knowing it would soon be cut down. But, it had to go. I hugged it and said good bye.

First, Tom cut a large wedge in one side. Nothing. Then he made large cuts in the other side. Nada. He drove the tractor over and gave it a shove. It stood.

“I don’t know how this tree is hanging on here!” Tom shouted while I stood a safe half-of-a-football-field away.

Finally, he walked away. A breeze blew up from the south. The tree hesitated and then laid its mighty limbs down–the opposite way Tom wanted it to fall.

One day, it may be a 10 foot dining room table in my house. It would meet interesting people and hear lots of laughter. I think if I were a tree, I’d like that.

As a farmer’s wife, I never know what will happen on any given day, and really, neither do you.

Except coffee.

And worship.

Here is a video of what we’ve planted. Filmed about 5 days ago, our stuff has almost doubled in size!

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4 Comments on "Felling a Tree–A Day in the Life of a Farmer’s Wife Day 9"

  1. Sue Dunigan says:

    I am so proud of you guys. You have done such. A lot of hard work. God bless you!!

  2. Lucia Rider says:

    I didn’t hear a one yelling tiiiiimmmmmbbbbbbberrrrrrrrrr.

  3. Lucia Rider says:


  4. PaulIne Hylton says:

    Thanks Sue. Blessings to you, too! Okay, Lucia, here goes: timberrrrrrrr! We both feel better now.

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