This past week here in the Hollow, we had some pretty windy days. And, because of that quite a few limbs and small branches come down. I guess that's Mother Nature's way of cleaning up the dead stuff. Her winds blow it to the ground. Some decays and becomes nutrients and then some gets picked up by me! I picked up the limbs and branches that came down in the yard.
Today, while I walked the gravel road, I'd stop, tell the dogs to "wait" until I picked up the branches that were in the middle of the road. I toss them off to the side of the road. Well, if there small enough for me to "toss". This one was a drag! For crying out loud! It was a whole tree!
Angela (you out there?), I think it was you that asked me a while back if I can hear trees falling in the woods when we have heavy winds. The answer is a resounding yes...sometimes when I'm in the yard and then occasionally when I walk. In fact there are more than a few "waiting for accidents to happen" along the roadside. One of these days, I'll scoot up there without the dogs and bring my camera so I can show you!
However, I'm a little leary walking without them. "There's bars in them thar hills!" Is that something that Davy Crockett said? If not, he should have! Because, the other morning, I think I saw one foraging down in the hollow that runs along top of the ridge. Perhaps I'd better start "packin' my pistol."