Once arrived, we marveled at our fortune of owning such a peaceful expanse of land and water. I imagined refreshing swims in our basin on hot sticky summer days. My vision vanished when I spied the multitude of turtles and a long black snake treading water. The turtles turned out to be of the slider and snapping species, and rather curious. In the early morning quiet, my favorite slider would be waiting for snippets of sausage or bread. He would eat out of my hand, but I got a little nervous and instead opted for the safety of needle-nose pliers to feed it.
Happily, Tom decided we need some “equipment.” First, we needed a zero-turn John Deere to mow the lawn and field to reduce the proliferation of creepy crawly bugs. I acquiesced, I’ve always wanted something in John Deere green! Besides, being from the North, Southern bugs are much larger than I am accustomed, and I am happy to experience less of them. Wearing headphones and the biggest smile, he whips around the property at 17mph. I have never seen him so excited to mow the lawn and he must restrain himself to mowing only once a week.
Next, to tackle the wilder terrain, next he needed a skid steer with a bush hog. This machine is a beast and can cut a tree up to 3″ in diameter. I stay far away while he is clearing, that machine is dangerous. More heavy equipment was in our future, we needed an excavator to clear the land to build our homestead. With it, Tom can pluck 20 foot high trees and pile them like toothpicks and enjoys every single minute. In record time, he has single-handedly cleared 1 1/2 acres. (I will post pictures of him clearing in the next blog post.) And of course, always finding something different, Tom purchased the vintage tractor to use as a marina sign?? He convinced me that it would be something spectacular….somewhere.
We decided to tackle the docks, which looked pretty worn initially. Upon assessment, a few more years of life could squeezed from the current decking. Tom, of course needed buy a pressure washer to clean and brighten them. I must admit, he was on target again.
My task was to start sweeping up Spanish moss, leaves, sticks and cut back the plant overgrowth on the docks. Dressed in a short sleeve shirt and shorts I plunged into my project. After two days of sweating dirt….I find myself with a slight rash which got rapidly got worse. Turns out, I am allergic to Virginia Creeper which is wound around most trees and growing like a weed here. After two weeks, I managed to re-infect myself again! After enduring my itching fits and sleepless nights, Tom does not let me venture into the wild overgrowth. I guess that task is off my list!