No photos today - i can't find the USB cable thingy for the camera. . . maybe i can tack on some "older" photos to fill the gap.
The farm at Pearson's Town is coming into it's own. We are harvesting, but in spite of continued environmental issues (now it is late blight), work is moving along splendidly.
The garden here is all but weeds. Still tonight James and i harvested shell peas, summer squash and a lonely purple beauty pepper. They went great with out stir fry over noodles tonight.
We spent an amazing overnight camping expedition at our house with our "new" friends the Paquettes (forgive the spelling). They came and our time together was way more than i could have ever hoped for. More on that later. . . .
The flesh wound. . . . in the spring we (our neighbor Bruce) dropped six or seven spruce trees in our yard to make way for something more friendly and possibly also more useful (sugar maple and blueberries anyone?). Today, i finally had time, weather, and motivation to start limbing and removing them. . . that is until the chain saw broke. . . . across my hand! Yup, four cuts in, the chain hopped off the bar and the chain took a little road trip across my right knuckles. First time that i had seen my own muscle tissue in a few years. After a healthy discussion with the wife (and believe it or not, i won!!) we opted to further my own war on health care and NOT go to the the E.R. After all. . . it's only a flesh wound.
So a few heavy cleaning agents, some steri-strips, butterfly bandages, and some other crazy patch type thing later. . . i am praying for no infection. But hey, i figure that with all the bar-chain oil and gasoline involved, everything in the way of germs should have been killed already anyway. . . .right?!?!?!?!?
The weather tells me that the season is drawing to a close. It is getting darker noticeably earlier and the nights feel like autumn. . . there couldn't possibly be global climate change. Still, i am hoping for a bit of an Indian summer so that we can stretch the harvest.
Okay. . . so there were pictures!
Grow well friends.
2 comments:
While I can't say I'd recommend it... I did sew up someone's finger because he refused to go to the ER. After much rubbing alcohol on the finger and much whiskey in his mouth, all was well and it healed beautifully - not even a scar. So, here's hoping you fare just as well!
Whiskey, rum, whatever. Always go for the muscle relaxant/pain killer first!
i will keep you posted.
. . . About those ducks. . .where do i drop the note?
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