Flip This House

I love home improvement shows. One of my favorites is Flip This House. Both Megan and I think that the best part is when they start the demolition. Woohoo-they really tear some stuff up.
Well, a few episodes this morning put me in the mood for some demolition of my own. This is the last section of the old corrals. Pretty sad looking...

In its day it was a beautiful fence. Although it was always too short. If a horse wanted out, it wasn't much of a jump. My step-dad tore down the "old" corrals and built these - about thirty-five years ago. So I have to admit I was a little sad to be taking down the last bit of all his hard work.
But boy does it look nicer now...

It wasn't a very satisfactory demo though. Once I unwired the panels from the fence-it pretty much fell down. The posts were rotted through-LOL. The roan horse did a number on that tree didn't he?

So it was on to another project. We call these plants Indian Tobacco.

They get huge and shoot large stems up that get a head of brown seeds on them. They look similar to tobacco plants-guess that is where they get their local name. I have no idea what they are really called. Anyway-I have made it my mission to keep them from getting so big and going to seed. So I have been hacking at them with the spade.

All these years I never knew they had roots like this...

They look like a cross between carrots and sweet potatoes. I wasn't about to take a bite to see how they tasted though. But now I know that they don't spread by seeds.
Look at the size of this root...

When my back got tired, it was on to more tree trimming. Yay-I am almost done with what I can reach from the ground. Chris fixed my Wild Thing. Ladies and Gentlemen-I did not tear it up. But what I didn't realize that the chain brake must be released before the chain will turn. Who knew?

The evening was so nice, I just kept puttering outside. While I was sweeping the sidewalk, I saw this...

Awwww-it is so tiny...

It's a little early for the irises to be blooming. And I have never seen one this tiny bloom before. These are special though. I transplanted them last fall from our family cemetary. My grandmother Burnette loved purple irises and she planted them everywhere. They have gotten so thick at the cemetary that they aren't growing or blooming anymore. So Megan and I dug some up and brought them to town. Am hoping that we got some of the bi-colored ones too.

Sheez - you would think fat ass has had a hard day or something...