I live in an amazing part of the world. Our mild winters and comfortable summers with lots of rain produce a climate that is vibrant and constantly growing.
Reading about the history of this area recently, I came across some excerpts from diary of a fella that kept daily notes about the region. This was back in the late 1900’s. He mentioned that it was hard to find evidence of Indian population around here because the thick, tall stand of fir trees left little open area for homes.
Over the years, there has been a lot of logging and homesteads have sprung up in the open areas.
Now that I have painted that glowing picture of our area, I want to add a little reality. Weeds love the climate even more that the sweet grass and tall timber. Thick stalked buck brush, wild roses, snowberry, wild blackberries and my nemesis -Scotch Broom, try to take over by creeping into open areas once inch at a time. Without paying attention to the invaders, they can take over the whole farm.
This is a typical fence line around here. Green pasture on one side with encroaching weeds and brush on the other. In addition, along this fence, there is a spring that breaks out along the surface of the ground and is a good habitat for leafy trees such as vine maple and wild cherry. There is a whole stand of stalks 2 inches thick and 10 feet tall of saplings that need to be cut off.
My winter task will be to whack back the dry, leafless brush and trees on the far side of this fence by hand. This job is important so that the next task can be started and that is the repair of the fence itself. You see, this fence is very important, it has to be strong to contain the bulls in the bull pen. It has a woven wire fence with cedar and metal T-posts with an electric fence extending on both sides of the woven wire. It is a serious fence for serious animals. We do not want to have a problem with the bulls.