Relative Something

Thank goodness that is over. The weekends are an amazing opportunity to work on absolutely everything here. Yes, I am feeling grateful to have the distraction of the day-job, lately.

Yesterday, we started with one agenda, and wandered through several distractions that were not really part of the day’s plan, finally finding ourselves mired in a muddy exercise of clearing an area of the woods near the barn, to prepare a spot for future manure management.

We went for a walk along the trails of our woods and discovered how merciless that last blast of snow was to our trees. It also explained the dramatic number of snaps I heard that morning. It was a bit odd, because I could hear so many branches breaking, but I rarely spotted the damage happening. Yesterday, everywhere we looked, large and small, we found branches, and sometimes main trunks, cracked, shredded, or completely broken.

In the grand scheme of overall damage, ours is actually rather small. Others suffered more dramatic tree loss than any single tree on our property. But in comparison to no damage at all, it feels like we have an overwhelming amount of loss.

It will be a big chore just clearing the trees that now block our trails. I don’t think I will venture into the rest of the woods. Nature will have to take its course there.