Nov 19, 2024
Vine-slayer
Now that I’ve had my hunting fun and am no longer paranoid about human activity spooking the deer, Sharon has free rein, once again, to run wild in our woods.
She proceeds with purpose, gathering debris from the forest floor - sticks, pine cones, anything without roots - into piles. Then she sets the piles on fire, which, I admit, is a satisfying project on a brisk day.
She particularly delights in wrestling with the vines - some fatter than garden hoses - that can can slither up a tree and choke the life out of it. She grabs hold of them and tugs until they give up … or she does.
“Great exercise,” she says.
