Thursday, March 24, 2016

Man Like Big Fire


At long last, the day has come.  Burn Day. 

FINALLY, we can get rid of old dead trees and branches that have been laying around our property.
Mark is so excited, he is practically vibrating.
 He has built his little starter pile in a good spot on a rock.  Now, he just has to wait for the clock to strike 10 a.m., which is when permitted debris burning may commence.
 Oh!  It's 10:00:01!  Light the match!
 That fire started suspiciously quickly.  I think Mark may have been prepping it.
 Oh, he is SO prepared:  shovel, chain saw, lawn chairs...
 ...newly purchased bow saw, hatchet.  And of course, the hose.

 This is Mark's kind of day.  He really wants me to participate too.
 OK, Mark.  I will place a stick, too. (please ignore large black spot on face). 
Then, I'll go make a sandwich for my great fire-builder.

Sunday, March 6, 2016

Strange Toys

Sometimes I worry about our family.

We seem to have a propensity toward...striking out.

For example, here is Mae.
 For Christmas, she requested a punching bag.
 She seems to relish the opportunity to lay into this bag.
 Um.  Merry Christmas, Mae.

However, the nut does not fall far from the tree.
Here is Mark with his Christmas shotgun.
Because nothing says "Merry Christmas" like a brand new shotgun.

Except, perhaps, a new phone.
A bananaphone.
A smart bananaphone.

So yes, we have some strange toys up here in Tollhouse.

And of course, we must look to the live entertainment as well.

 Poor grey chicken, with her sole tail feather.
 Molting is tough duty.

But spring, and feathers, are on their way!