tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post4668553544126722469..comments2024-03-28T04:22:59.500-07:00Comments on Pioneer Woman at Heart: Sawdust up my nose. . .Pioneer Woman at Hearthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16533698959389851926noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post-66914979137661837732015-10-12T13:49:11.534-07:002015-10-12T13:49:11.534-07:00RB, it is a family event here most weekends, but t...RB, it is a family event here most weekends, but the girls wanted to go to the zoo the last weekend. We did it ourselves, but still got a good amount cut.Pioneer Woman at Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16533698959389851926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post-73166141638035937202015-10-12T13:41:18.865-07:002015-10-12T13:41:18.865-07:00Have never run a chainsaw myself, and with my reco...Have never run a chainsaw myself, and with my record of accidents, that's probably a very good thing too.<br />Our Dad use to call cutting wood, "the job that warms twice". LOL I remember helping move and stack it as an older child and then again as a teen. We'd start up a type of fire-brigade-bucket-line and toss the cut wood from one person to another all the way to the place it was going to be stacked. Worked well, especially if you had a lot of people.<br />God bless.<br />RB<br /><><<br />RBhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13053380234618898848noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post-22585527531567025382015-10-12T03:31:43.278-07:002015-10-12T03:31:43.278-07:00Ha ha! Mama Pea, you made me laugh. When I went ...Ha ha! Mama Pea, you made me laugh. When I went to the store to buy the original one, a man asked me what I was doing. When I told him I was splitting wood with a wedge, his eyes got big. He was shocked that folks still did that, ha ha! That was the year my son and I split a cord by hand.Pioneer Woman at Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16533698959389851926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post-20814835601958425592015-10-12T03:29:47.854-07:002015-10-12T03:29:47.854-07:00Kim, it sure feels good to see it getting stacked ...Kim, it sure feels good to see it getting stacked too. I think Hubby is finally realizing we need it done ASAP.Pioneer Woman at Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16533698959389851926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post-62288692113236552892015-10-12T03:29:02.313-07:002015-10-12T03:29:02.313-07:00Connie, if you click on "read more" at t...Connie, if you click on "read more" at the end of the post it will show you the rest of the post. We found that the chickens were laying eggs under the pile, ha ha! Pioneer Woman at Hearthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16533698959389851926noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post-68147724618302926312015-10-11T07:45:04.522-07:002015-10-11T07:45:04.522-07:00Looks like a lot of hard work . . . I enjoy any ki...Looks like a lot of hard work . . . I enjoy any kind of work outside. How about you? I have no idea what you found; when we cut a couple trees down last year we found a hornet nests inside one that was hollow. Looking at your split wood makes me dream of cozy winter fires and hot chocolate :) <br />Have a lovely week.<br />Connie :)Conniehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08187302890702147585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post-31307592403557369982015-10-11T07:12:18.930-07:002015-10-11T07:12:18.930-07:00How many women can say they broke a sledgehammer? ...How many women can say they broke a sledgehammer? You go, girl!Mama Peahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03649357184167949247noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2264863019487640784.post-16022596868734863832015-10-11T05:44:52.644-07:002015-10-11T05:44:52.644-07:00It was a cold and damp 43* on my porch this mornin...It was a cold and damp 43* on my porch this morning. It feels good to get that wood split doesn't it?Kimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05469196553281350775noreply@blogger.com