Last month, we got the mother of all snowstorms here in the Midwest. It dumped about 2′ of snow on us in a weekend or so, and the cold, wet snow did not do good things for the 50-year-old trees in our back yard. To give you an idea of what it looked like–the photo at left was taken after we had cleaned a fair part of it up.
We’ve also gotten lots and lots and lots of tactile experience with tree branches: rotten branches, dry-rotted branches, green branches, branches getting ready to bud out, thin branches, thick branches, branches so big you’d swear they were a tree trunk.
The most important thing we’ve accomplished, however, is a sense of accomplishment for Peanut. He’s very proud of his “job” helping Mama and Dada in the back yard, picking up branches with one of the two small wheelbarrows or his garden cart. He’s done a good job of it, too, proving himself as capable as any other 4-year-old little boy at helping in the yard. He’s navigated successfully back and forth from the trees we’ve been cutting up to our burn pile by the fire pit, dumping his loads where we’ve instructed him to. The pride and accomplishment are clear on his face, and we’re both very proud of him for all of his hard work.