So what do boys do on a Saturday afternoon for fun?
Knock down trees.
Doesn’t sound like much fun to me. In fact, I’m a huge chicken when it comes to things like this. My begging and pleading couldn’t stop these boys. My DH and his friend Mr. B said it had to be done.
Here’s Mr. B. putting on his special tree climbing equipment.
The shoes have 5″ long spikes on the bottom and the get-up includes a belt/harness type thing for looping around the tree trunk. I suppose this is to help keep the climber from falling. That belt isn’t enough reassurance to get me to try it.
Joel maintains a safe distance. I’m an even safer distance away.
The object is to get high enough to tie a large cable around the trunk so you can control where the tree falls. See that 500 gallon gas tank behind Joel? Yeah. We don’t want it falling on that.
Have I mentioned I’m afraid of heights too? Mr. B must not be.
Now that the cable is around the tree, Joel can start cutting. I have now hidden behind the house. The house will protect me from the falling tree.
Down it comes! What you can’t really see is the large cable hooked around the falling tree, then across the yard around another tree, then to the back of red truck in the driveway. After Joel cut the notch in the trunk of the tree, Mr. B would hop into the red truck and begin pulling on the tree until it cracked and started to fall.
The tree was so dead that it shattered into a million pieces when it hit the ground. You should see Joel’s face in this shot – he is tickled pink. He and his buddy are exclaiming –Awesome!, Cool!, etc. They seem to have turned back into teenagers. I’m waiting for them to take out the gas can and start the wood on fire. There’s nothing that Joel loves better than to light things on fire. By the way, I’m also a chicken when it comes to fires.
Luckily, they pass on the fire and start consulting about how to take down the next tree.
Joel begins cutting again. This time I move inside the house and shoot the photos from the safety of my studio window.
I think Joel needs help holding his pants up. I can certainly help him with this! I have the yin to his yang in this department
Here’s comes the second tree, and much to my relief, it falls without hitting anything.
All the trees are down and I can now rest peacefully. No more loud cracking sounds, followed by a large crash. Maybe this is why I am a quilter. I can sit safely in the house, with both feet planted on the ground, and no large falling object anywhere near me. In fact, I think the four accidents that can happen to a quilter, have already happen to me.
1. Pin buried in the bottom of my foot – No big deal right? I mean this is practically a daily occurence at our house!
2. Needle buried in my finger – Mainly a hazard when sewing binding.
3. Hit finger with industrial quilting machine, while sewing at a high speed. The needle broke off in my finger and was easily pulled out with a tweezers. It all happened so fast, I hardly felt it. Until later that night, when laying in bed. Let the throbbing begin!
4. Buried rotary cutter in the tip of my pinky. Resulted in a trip to Urgent Care and 7 stitches. Pinky and fingernail saved.
Of course, I survived all four incidents without too much drama. In fact, I don’t need any more drama, which is why I am going to stick to quilting, and not knocking over trees.
So, I’ve shared my quilting accidents –
What are yours?