He he he, that's right. I smoked myself yesterday while helping DH with the trees. He was very surprise how I got the fire going with all the dead branches I was chopping. Well, my parents taught me well about burning woods...lol. We cook on it (dry ones) back home when I was little.
I loppered the tiny brushes and put it straight at the bottom of the bonfire (huge). We dragged all the branches from around the house and put them on top of it. DH cut down 4 trees, to give way for the sun around the house. By the time I got inside the house I was ready to pass out. I didn't even take a shower because my feet are killing me. I don't think I will be able to stand in the shower the whole time. I was dirty and muddy, I never saw myself that dirty...well my clothes that is.
My hair smell like Maple flavor smoke hair...yea, I know good enough to eat...lol. I am still in pain. DH kept laughing at me, he said, "that's how I feel when I get home from work." I could not imagine feeling like this every day. I just have enough time to change clothes and fall sleep. Which he always do when he gets home.
Next post, fruit trees in place. We will need a lot of mulch for these trees. DH truck is not big enough to hold one load of it. I wonder if he can take it home in halves. However, the landscape place will have a hard time scooping it with backhoe by half. I don't know, we have to think of better way to take mulch home.