Extending the Pasture

We work along the eastern edge, cutting back the branches and bushes that have pushed out into the field. With one horse and good rains, this small pasture would be large enough. But in the strange dry and chill of this spring, this is not enough for two horses.

And so, we pulled up the posts on this side, Randa wrapping the chain at least twice around the T-formed steel, then me raising the lift on the tractor. The posts come out easily with that hydraulic strength. She unfastens the chain and we move on to the next one until the whole line is lying on the sod.
Then, we turned to the trimming, ending up with four packed loads of branches in the bed of the truck. Over at the burn pile, we drag them off, swing them over into a twisted, jumbled tangle of leaves and limbs.
As the dusk shifts toward darkness, we finish the last load, then go over to the stable and feed the geldings. While they eat the ground feed, I put another bale of brome into the lot, break it open and kick a few chunks to spread it out a bit.
I had hoped to finish the fence but not in the dark. We waited a couple hours too late to start and there was quite a bit more brush than I had thought. There often is when we finally get around to the work of untangling our lives.
But it is worth it.
H. Arnett

About Doc Arnett

Native of southwestern Kentucky currently living in Blair, Kansas, with my wife of twenty-five years, Randa. We have, between us, eight children and twenty-one grandkids. We enjoy singing, worship, remodeling and travel.
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