In honour of St. Valentine's, I made a little wallhanging for my mother's door at the nursing home. She likes to have some decoration for each "holiday", so I oblige by making something for her. It's funny how green the door seems when in fact it's beige. At least the red looks red!
I made myself a little zippy pouch to hold the various small items that I constantly misplace. I've had this fat quarter tucked away for quite a while, so it was time to do something with it. The lining is a whimsical dog print that was also in stash.
Around here, February means logging. I'm not talking logging on an industrial scale, where everything is cut regardless of size, but the kind of sustainable logging that thins out the damaged and dying trees. The woods here are so dense that if you don't thin out the trees, no light can get through to encourage new growth and that's not a good thing. There are always trees that are dying, or rotten, or hit by lightning, or damaged by ice storms.
Here's one that looked good until it was cut, showing it was rotten on the inside.
This one is so old that it doesn't have many leaves showing in summer any more. It's probably rotten too.
This one is full of small holes and looks like prime woodpecker real estate, so it will be left.
Then after a while you end up with a barnyard that looks something like this. Time to call the log truck to transport them. I think these are all going for firewood.
The trouble with logging with old equipment is equipment breakdowns. You can see the jaunty angle on the far side wheel --completely bent over! Neil's cousin had to drag the tractor out of the woods with the skidder, which wasn't easy. Our woods are very hilly and steep so it was white knuckle work until safely in the barn. Nothing some welding can't fix!
And here it is two days later almost as good as new, or at least as good as a 40 year old tractor can be. It's a good thing to have a man who was raised on a farm and can keep any piece of equipment going.