One of the weirdest things

Today I went back to fixing fence and prepping for Fall and Winter. I change things up a bit when I do that. I re-arrange a few fenceposts and change gates also.

I noticed that a boxelder had twisted over the wires but wasn't touching them. This was a job for hubby always. It was a chainsaw job. The tree part that was over the fence was 6 inches in diameter. I started with my little reciprocating saw that Rich bought me years ago.

I trimmed off all the little branches that were in the way and then started working my way back to the thickest part. Back in the day, hubby was the chainsaw operator and I was the picker-upper. Now I got to do it all.

I couldn't get through the large part of the branch I wanted to take down. I made some headway, but my little saw just wasn't going to do it. I have a 6 inch little battery chainsaw, but I didn't want to use it at the angle I needed to.

What to do? Dang it, I was not going to call a neighbor up to ask them to cut through 4 inches of wood. Nope, not me. I remembered that we had a series of little hand saws for when we were riding in the woods and came across a snag.

Bingo! 

I walked into the house to make lunch and tend to Charlie and found myself talking to Rich in my head. Explaining what I was doing and where I was doing it. 

I nodded as I made my sandwich as our conversation went on. 

"Yep," he'd say, "use that little hand saw that way you won't be taking off your leg or something. Those boxelders are a pain, and by the way...trim up the branches that will knock me in the head when mowing while you are at it."

Okay. The conversation took place in my head, but his voice there was clear as a bell.

That's the strange part. I didn't even think it was strange.
For the past 10 years, I've always run things past him before I doing it. We'd discuss the pluses and the minuses and he'd give me tips at how to get things done.

After I made lunch I looked out at the yard thinking about mowing at least the ragged part of it. I could hear his judgement on the matter. "It might be a bit wet yet. Maybe later and... besides, it doesn't look that bad yet."

This guy taught me how to cut up limbs, fix fence, run his country clipper, fix a weed whacker, hunt with a hound dog [dawg], fish, watch for critters, trap varmints, and use a lot of common sense.

It may be weird to some, but to me it makes perfect sense. I often went to him -- even in his last months of life to get an opinion or help on a farm project I was working on. I wanted him to know how much I respected his ideas.

I will however completely fail at being any sort of mechanic. If something won't start, and it is an engine. I am completely and hopelessly lost. He could look at it and fix most things without hesitation.

Give me a problem animal and I can usually turn it around. Engines no. Animals yes.

I did finish cleaning up the mess, rewired the fence, replaced the broken post, and mowed a section of the yard.

Charlie and I then enjoyed some quiet time on the porch.

Lucky us. We saw our first monarch of the year.