When we rounded the corner to the old homestead on Saturday, we were met with a little surprise.
Apparently the storm that dumped a butt load of snow on us 2 weeks ago brought a fierce amount of wind to the valley.
Some of the branches came from more than 30 feet up the old pine tree (thankfully missing the roof) and were over 10 inches in diameter. The only structural damage was to the top of one of the fence posts, which can easily be replaced (unlike a roof, which I’m glad we don’t have to mess with).
Corey went home and got a trailer and his kids, and being good woman folk we put the men to work cleaning up the yard.
Not to be outdone by the older generation, the grandkids dove right in and proved their salt.
Of course, every job site needs a good supervisor.
When they were done, the trailer was loaded down with enough wood to provide one heckofa bonfire.
Which naturally will be accompanied with weenies roasted on old sticks and burnt marshmallows.
Gotta have smores.