Farm Chores

I'm keeping my head down this summer on the Would-Be Farm, trying to get that novel of mine out and about.

Mr. Linton, on the other hand, has been getting stuff done around here.
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We just acquired one of the cooler bits of kit in the barn: a flame-thrower.

​No joke. It's a chemical-free means to a weed-free end.

Need I mention the anti-zombie potential?
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My favorite skipper built a woodshed (a structure that is both made of wood and designed to contain wood, okay, Lisa?) next to the sauna.  We'd had a covered woodpile, but the amount of firewood that got burned since the implementation of the wood-powered sauna led to a step up in the firewood game at the Farm.  

Constructing a shed sounds a blithe enough pastime, but with neither plan nor drawing?

Himself claims to be a rough carpenter, but he is adding skills with each project.  I say so despite the sage advice of Sippie and Bonnie both...

Between construction/destruction activities, plus the occasional sailboat race (go Team New Wave!), there's always lawn work.

Meadow and woodlands surround us, but Mr. Linton keeps the trails and the lawn properly neat by the use of no less than two trimmers, two mowers, and a tractor.  

Not simultaneously.  Yet.

Whenever the weather cooperates (growing grass, self-imposed deadlines, and encroaching thorn apples be danged!), we fish.