As long as I am cleaning out pictures from the cameras….
I cut up a downed green ash and split some of the billets. That is my grandfather’s wedge that he used to split the wood that heated his cabin in the last 25 years of his life.
This is a picture of the back 40 where I was working on the cordwood.
The face I put on the Beech tree always startles me when I walk back.
Gracie, of course, had to supervise me.
Erica bought a 1950s quilt. It was not valuable, just some cotton and polyester squares machine stitched, but the quilt lining was a much older quilt. The quilter covered an old worn quilt with a new one, but the old one may be much more valuable.
Here’s a picture of Max after the hurricane passed, sitting in a patch of sunlight in the back.