About three years ago, I bought some pecan tree seedlings from the Oklahoma Forestry Department and planted about 10 or so of them in a line in the weaning pen hoping that someday I'd have a miniature pecan tree orchard. When I planted them I went to the extra steps of digging nice holes for all of them, adding some compost to the holes (the good stuff made from cattle manure instead of the citified "compost" they peddle in the stores), and I protected each one of them with some tree tubes. I swear that as soon as I planted the last tree, the temperature almost immediately rose to HOT, and the last cloud in the sky left for parts unknown.
We had two straight years of drought and heat with me hauling water once in awhile (but not too often, I don't want to deal with a bunch of spoiled trees in the future) trying to keep them alive, while I wondered if they were actually still alive down there in those tree tubes. Last year, I had a glimmer of hope when it actually rained once in awhile, and I was able to see a little bit of green when I looked down the tubes.
This year, they look like real honest-to-goodness trees, bursting out above the tubes and leafing out. So, maybe there's still a chance that I'll be able to make a pecan pie sometime in the future.
I've been working off and on for about the same amount of time on rebuilding a small pond. It all started out simple enough, there was a small pond in a pasture that had silted up and washed part of the dam out a long, long time ago. It looked like an easy job to dig it out and fix the dam since it was such a small pond to begin with. But, once I started it seemed like a shame to not put a little extra work into it and make it just a little bit bigger, so I started making the dam just a little bit taller.
Then, it occurred to me that it would be foolish to just make the dam bigger and not make the pond deeper, so I started digging it just a little deeper. So, with that sort of logical thinking, I've been digging down and building the dam up off and on for three years.
Since I didn't have much of anything else to do today, I went over and started moving dirt with the bulldozer. It's almost meditative to drive down into the pond, then push the dirt up the dam making sure to stop at the top, back down the dam, drive up out of the pond, turn around, and drive back down into the pond again.
Maybe, I'll finally finish this pond this year.
|Down Into the Pond|
|Driving up the Dam|
|Cresting over the Top of the Dam|