Pick Up Sticks
The task that faced me this morning is in the photo above. Last fall a powerful wind storm passed through our county dropping trees everywhere. It passed directly over our Highland valley cottage farm, bringing down this particular cluster of sassafras, wild cherry, and locust, all entangled with spice bushes, multiflora rose, and grape vines. The intimidating pile fell across our perimeter fence, blocking the path that runs beside it, which you can barely see. Over the years, this suburban city-slicker, lately-turned wanna-be-farmer, has learned many needed rural skills, as well as the necessary cautions, whenever faced with such…

















