As the logging operation on our property continues, logs are placed in piles for the logging truck to pick up. Most of what you see here was very densely forested.
This morning, a heavy frost covered the mounds of soil where loggers have ripped tree stumps from the ground. It was an eerie, still scene and looked every bit like a moonscape. Here, the glorious sun shines through the remaining trees - shining over the St. Wiggles Observatory.
When I contracted the loggers to clear my property, I told them that I wanted to keep any large rocks they found. Today, the loggers unearthed a rock - oh mamma! Rita, a coworker, quickly dubbed it "Spirit Rock." This monumental hunk of basalt will eventually anchor the corner of my driveway out on Lariat Drive.
In order to put in a new driveway, improve drainage, protect our home, open up the sky for the observatory and just brighten up the place, we're having a substantial number of trees logged from our property. Wiithin a week, everything you see here will be gone. Including, unfortunately, the John Deere excavator.
