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When David met Goliath!

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         Sometimes change comes slowly, like watching a snail crossing a garden. 

          At times this summer it seemed like we were just sitting in the front porch swing sipping ice tea and watching the weeds grow (which they were). 

        Then there are other days when things happen quickly, like when lightening hits a tree and breaks off a limb.  We had a summer thunderstorm recently and it was nice to see the change on our farm.    Its nice to have one of those days after a long, hot summer of little change.      

        Recently we had this big boy out on our land to do some heavy lifting of tree stumps and piles of cement and rocks to clear an area to the side and back of our house.

             After this land is cleared and leveled, the cement can be poured for  our screened-in back porch and our new three car garage/workshop. But before this could start we had some big obstacles that needed moved. Here is what the land looked like outside our back door before the work was done.  

           These bricks were from the demo of the chimney and where they lay is where the back porch will go.  Here is another view more of the back yard. 

       The excavator would pull out trees and my husband and son took turns on the tractor taking loads to a big pile.   Doesn’t our tractor look like a little baby next to this big excavator?   My hubby calls his tractor “Angel” because she helps him with so much work.

          Alex and Angel dragging tree stumps to the burn pile. 

        Here is what we have to burn off sometime this fall after a heavy rain.  You can see the second story of the house just above the burn pile and the land that was cleared off to the right of the house.

         And after about five hours of work, here is what it looks like now.

       Our garage will sit right in front of the power pole in this picture.We can actually see the corn field to the north of our house now.  I know it’s not water or mountains, but it is Kansas folks, and I like having a view, even if it is corn!  

       And while all this was going on I worked on pruning out the roses in our driveway turn around.  I don’t think these roses had been touched in many, many years and it took me hours to get them trimmed.   These are the roses that I wrote about in a previous post that I think are around 100 years old.  They bloomed beautifully all summer and I hope all my hard work doesn’t kill them.  Here’s their before picture:

And after their beauty treatment . . .

       And these beauties bloomed unexpectedly this past week just out under a tree in our front yard.   It seemed like a fitting memorial to our cat, Kayla, who we buried on our farm this past week. We will miss her.

Her favorite place – our laundry basket.

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