We have gotten the pipes replaced and the trench refilled with sand (I'm using the word "we" loosely here - the Wonderful Spouse did all that). I transported rocks (my official title is rock-picker, which I guess is better than nose-picker!), cleaned the house and got some laundry done.
WS then proceeded to take down some smaller tress, which would be in the way of the lanscaping and the fence, and one 60' birch that was dead. The birch wasn't in the way, but now was the time to drop it, as it would have fallen on the fence if we waited. I got to haul all the brush to a burn pile while WS cut up the trees for firewood. Some of the firewood has been transported up to the lean-to by your's truly, but there is still a bunch down there (that's okay, we can get it anytime). We also hauled up the punky wood that came off the dead birch and put it in the burn pile.
We then called our local Fire Chief and got a burn permit, so we had a nice blazing fire for a couple of hours last night (still have plenty of live coals this morning). Gary, the Fire Chief, asked if we needed a season-long burn permit. That surprised me as we only burn once or twice a year; some years we don't burn at all. WS said "No," but I asked if that meant he would give us one. His reply: "You guys I trust, so I would give you one." BWAHAHAHA! He trusts us with fire. He obviously doesn't know what pyros we are! We're just smart; we go to a friend's place (who has a year-round permit) and endanger her woods and houses when the urge to burn is too great to ignore.
We ended up telling Gary that we probably wouldn't need to burn any more this season, so just a one night permit would do.
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