My new baby chainsaw arrived at our suburban condo yesterday. It is an adorable 10″ Ryobi battery-operated model. I am going to name her Miss Mabel.
He already had an 18″ Poulan – but it’s been giving us fits all year.
I wanted a chainsaw of my own so I could contribute to epic task of clearing small trees and bushes out of the area that will one day be the home of my permaculture, hugelkultur, key-hole, duck-patrolled, rainwater-irrigated, chicken-moated, edible, medicinal, perennial, pollinator-friendly 2-acre garden.
Right now? My future Eden is a thorny tangle of brush and small pines.
Along with the addition of a new chainsaw and a heretofore untested chainsaw operator (me) to the Homestead, I decided it to be an excellent time to upgrade our first aid kit. This one (we have several) hangs just inside the cabin front door and is focused on big gushing, gaping wounds. Cheery, non?
(and yes, there are a few things related to bug bites too.)
As our Homestead currently does not have a landline phone, we get no cell-phone signal nor Internet and the nearest neighbor is about half a mile away down our steeply banked driveway, we need to be able to render emergency medical attention on our own if the need arises.
It now occurs to me that we probably need a new mop at the Cabin too. For clean-up.