If you’ve been paying attention around here, then you already know that we’ve had some brush piles issues on the property. And when I use the word “issues”, I’m really using a euphemism for “big, huge thorn in my side that seemed like it was going to be sticking it to me for the rest of my life.” I’m pretty sure I’ve mentioned it (read: complained about it) a time or two…or maybe even a dozen.
But I’ve never really written out the whole story of the brush piles and how they came into our lives. I promise I won’t spend this whole post complaining, but in order to tell the tale, there might be an teeny-tiny bit of belly-aching. I’ll try to keep it to a minimum. Scouts honor.
When we bought the property, it started out as just acres and acres of forest, and even though we wanted to keep it that way for the most part, we needed a driveway and a spot to put a house. So sometime around last August, we called an excavator to bring out a bunch of big machines and partially clear a portion of the land.
I must say, those machines were amazing. It really was incredible watching them push down huge trees with hardly any effort at all. We were all in awe of the process, but as the trees fell, we noticed that the fallen trees kept getting piled up and pushed to the edge of the woods.
We did have the sense to ask if there was another option, but the excavator just kind of shrugged us off. He assured us that in about six months the wood would be good and dry and burn with no problem. Since this was our first time clearing land, we didn’t know any better and just thought, “Well, those fallen trees have to go somewhere, I guess.” But as the project wore on, they continued to pile up and up and up. There seemed to be no good place to put all that extra wood. Continue Reading…