I have been so busy ~ now I'm waiting for the big snow storm that will put us housebound ... maybe then I'll slow down some; but I doubt it.
Dear Hubby and I have been cutting balsam boughs. A balsam bough is the end of the branch - average around 20 inches. The buyers are very picky on the quality of the boughs they buy. They can't have any sign of disease such as balsam bug, balsam rust, or yellowing. They can't be harvested before 3 hard frost or they will drop their needles. They can't be harvested from too old of a tree or too young. There are things to know before going out and hacking up the trees. You need to know where on the trees to cut so you don't kill the trees and so more boughs will grow for future harvest ... careful, selective pruning. I guess over time ... I have been become quite experienced on the subject of balsam boughs; but will spare you the details.
Here's a scrapbook page from a few years back ~ but it still shows what we've been up to:
It's not a hard job ~ just labor intensive and your body feels it at the end of the day. So far the weather has been cooperating and it hasn't been too cold or wet out.
Dear Hubby and I have been doing this during the wreath making season our whole married life - 36 years already. I even used to make the wreaths for sale; but have given that part of the job up.
This year ... I must admit ... we both have slowed down ... BIG TIME!! We both were grumbling yesterday whether or not it was really worth it ... but then came to the conclusion that YES ... besides the paycheck, we're both spending time together doing something that we both love ... being outside in the fresh air and getting some much needed exercise. So ~ despite the grumbles and tumbles (I just can't walk on uneven ground anymore) we'll both be out there when we can during the wreath making season cutting boughs.
In two days we've come in just short of a few pounds of half a ton. No wonder my arms and back ache. Getting my flu shot the other day didn't help matters either ~ that dang nurse rammed that needle in me all the way through to the next county! I've never had such a sore arm from a shot before.
So if you buy a fresh balsam wreath during the holidays ~ maybe, just maybe it was cut by me :)
Boughing to America!
Until next time ...
So it goes in my neck of the woods.