When Harold and his crew
and I had completed all we could, before the winter set in, we looked
for other projects that needed attention. A former owner, a truly
wonderful man, Ed Harding, lived on this property with his family for 50+ years. His daughters owned a
horse, which was kept in what I call the garden shed. And out behind the
shed is an old paddock. The paddock wood had all rotted away, and the
paddock was obviously used as a storage place for
old....everything....mostly wood.
So Harold, his brother Richard,
son Trent, army buddy Ron, and I set out to clear all the debris out of the paddock. This
required burn permits from the Town Hall, and when the men went home at
4p, I 'babysat' the fires, with hot tea and a book to read, until long
after dark. Usually, at about 7p, if the hoses hadn't frozen, I put the
fire out and climbed back up to the house. It's been a wonderful way to
get to know every inch of the land.
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