The Years Go By…

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I have a large backlog of drafted posts never posted, so, in the interest of cleaning up my life, here goes the first of many…

And so it goes…
Was it really five years ago?
How our life moves by.
I once read how life is like a river, the same, but ever moving, ever changing
Dreaming
Who was I then?

And

Sure

Where am I now?

Tractor bound I think

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That

Or

Collecting eggs

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Repairing fence line

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Studying up on my bees

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&

Best of all

Spending time with my father

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Yep…

Time Does Have a Way of Going By…

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Has it really been that long?

The total number of days between Monday, February 1st, 2016 and Tuesday, February 23rd, 2021 is 1,849 days.

This is equal to 5 years and 22 days.

This does not include the end date, so it’s accurate if you’re measuring your age in days, or the total days between the start and end date. But if you want the duration of an event that includes both the starting date and the ending date, then it would actually be 1,850 days.

If you’re counting workdays or weekends, there are 1,321 weekdays and 528 weekend days.

If you include the end date of Feb 23, 2021 which is a Tuesday, then there would be 1,322 weekdays and 528 weekend days including both the starting Monday and the ending Tuesday.

This is equivalent to 2.662,560 minutes.

You can also convert 1,849 days to 159,753,600 seconds. 

Today is 2/23/2021 and 2/1/2016 is exactly 1849 days before today. 

February, 2016 calendar

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That was then…

February 1st, 2016 was a Monday. It was the 32nd day of the year, and in the 5th week of the year (assuming each week starts on a Monday), or the 1st quarter of the year. There were 29 days in this month. 2016 was a leap year, so there were 366 days in this year.

February, 2021 calendar

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This is now…

February 23rd, 2021 is a Tuesday. It is the 54th day of the year, and in the 8th week of the year (assuming each week starts on a Monday), or the 1st quarter of the year. There are 28 days in this month. 2021 is not a leap year, so there are 365 days in this year.

Over the next few, if doesn’t turn out to be years, I’ll give a small hint as to what kept me busy over all this time, time being relative, time being arbitrary…

Not A One…

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a not started, not finished, bedside read...

a not started, not finished, bedside read…

For quite some years now, I have had a goal of reading sixty books a year, which averages, you know to five books a month.  As you would expect there are years that I read a bit more, a bit less, just right.  However, this year, January will come and go without my having read nary a one.  The flabbergasting thing is that I cannot put my finger on any particular reason why, other than perhaps a general sense of ennui, a word I absolutely love.

 

Resolved…

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This…

my clip...

my clip…

This too…

my phone...

my phone…

These…

my glasses...

my glasses…

These too…

my keys...

my keys…

So, yeah, yeah, yeah, I hereby resolve not to lose any of them, not a one, not for a moment, not this year!

And, well, right, my dear reader may notice the obvious differences in time and backgrounds, which, of course, there is a perfectly good reason for…

Spring Done Sprung…

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last sunset...

that last sunset…

Perhaps, I should say, spring sprunged.  My youngest returns back to his boarding school later today, and in Savannah my oldest returns back to the college grind today, which all means that today at Totem Hall we return to life as empty nesters today, not a bad life mind you, but a life nevertheless…

Due to Technical Difficulties…

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new boss meets the old boss...

new boss meets the old boss…

In case you were wondering where I might have been all these days, well, did you know that on older MacBooks the video card attaches to the motherboard and that when the video card goes bad, the motherboard though still good is now worthless? Yep, I did not know that either, though I have since found out about this and much other arcane trivia regarding both my now old and now new computers.

meet the new boss...

meet the new boss…

same as the old boss...

same as the old boss…

To be honest, the Gentleman Farmer does few things well and computers are not one of them. Slowly, but surely, while my face basks in the glow of computer light, I am making friends with the newest addition and expense to Totem Hall.

Somewhere, someone promises improved productivity and instant enlightenment, right?

I just noticed the blurry image of my old and now very defunct computer, which is somewhat apropos, no?

just because it's spring and I love apple blossoms...

just because it’s spring and I love apple blossoms…

Gosh…

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Not long ago, I looked up from whatever little task I had at hand and realized there were no flowers blooming here at Totem Hall, anywhere, anyhow.

christmas camellia...

christmas camellia…

That is so unusual, since we have an abundant blessing of blooms year round, which of course I absolutely love, since it gives me a reason to go outside, and make my picks of the day.  I blame November.  There was a brutish cold snap followed immediately by a deluge of biblical proportions and then another bit of nasty cold weather.

fried egg flower...

fried egg flower…

Those absurdly sweet harbingers of winter flowers, the Romneya, Tree Poppies, or Matilija Poppy, and the Camellia Sasanqua, the Christmas Camellia, the Yuletide Camellia, said “see ya, outta here, done”.

or yuletide camellia..

or yuletide camellia..

or matilija poppy...

or matilija poppy…

And so we were, that is until Christmas Day, when miracle of miracles the Camellia Japonicas, which had been promising, burst forth in all their single, semi-double, irregular semi-double, formal double, elegans, and informal double glory. Spectacular stuff, kid you not, simply one of the best Christmas presents ever.

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camellia japonica…

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more camellia japonica…

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camellia japonica once again…

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penultimate camellia japonica…

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the final camellia japonica

Now as I type this out, Winter Storm Gorgon has come and is now slowly leaving the scene.  Before I go any further, can I ask when we started naming winter weather patterns, honestly, what is up with that?  Is this a Weather Channel conspiracy, a new way for marketers and t-shirt makers to sell “I survived Gorgon” kitsch?

Anyway, the damage to my precious winter blooms was extensive, all the flowers freezer burned, and, as for the buds, time will tell.  Thankfully, the camellia is a hearty plant and our winters mild, so I fully expect to enjoy bringing flowers into the home sometime later this winter.

Firewood…

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So, besides the feeling of power and glory, compensation issues really, the main reason that I chainsaw is for firewood.

laurel oak...

laurel oak…

On the ground is a Laurel Oak (Quercus hemisphaerica) that we took down because it was growing too close to a Southern Live Oak (Quercus virginiana).  Don’t you just love the Quercus rolls off the tongue?  Go ahead say it really fast three times over.

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rounds…

After the initial felling, the main trunk is broken down into smaller sections known as rounds, using the Stihl Farm Boss, which I referenced in an earlier post.

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loaded…

I tractor up and use my front end loader to move the rounds from the tree site to the well house shed where I can split the wood.

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setting up shop with my nephew…

Now, I used to split wood using wedges, hatchets, axes, and mallets, but that was before my enlightenment.  At the shed, out comes one of my favorite boy toys, the Troy-Bilt 27-ton hydraulic log splitter, and a complete exercise in brute power,strength, and dominance.

my nephew experiencing the joy of pure hydraulic power...

my nephew experiencing the joy of pure hydraulic power…

From there it is just what you would expect.  Stack the wood.

stacked and ready to go...

stacked and ready to go…

Burn the wood. Enjoy the life…

the end result...

the end result…