Teamwork-Firewood and Apple Pie

My husband and I have always worked well as a team, so I’m not surprised that when we worked on splitting firewood this morning we exceeded his expectations. His plan was to get one rack of firewood split and loaded on the trailer, to be moved to another location, before we stopped for lunch. I think we got about double that amount done.

We are splitting the firewood to get it ready for winter when we will use it in our fireplace to help heat our home. We are moving the firewood to a new location because the area of the farm where it is being stored is the area that we have identified as the location for the new house. A lot of things need to be moved from this area before things can proceed.

Before we went to the farm this morning my husband peeled a dish full of apples.

My plan was to make an apple pie and his was to dehydrate some into apple chips.

After lunch (and a short nap) I began slicing apples and proceeded to make apple pie and apple chips, while he returned to the farm (with the dogs) to stack firewood and cut up logs that we will split tomorrow.

When he brought the dogs back home I realized that Ranger had been rolling around in something that smelled rotten, so I put the apples that I had yet to slice in a saucepan with a bit of water, and turned it on low, while I took Ranger and Ruby to give them baths. My husband is now enjoying some of the applesauce I cooked up. I guess we will wait until tomorrow to cut the pie.

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16 thoughts on “Teamwork-Firewood and Apple Pie

  1. This is one of your old posts Ruth, but I love apple pie, and wish I had some right now! As for dogs rolling in stuff, my dog used to dothat, it is disgusting, and they smell so bad, xox

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    1. Thanks for reading this. Last year when our apples were ripe I made apple pie filling and froze it. Sadly I have used it all up and will have to wait until fall for more homegrown apples.
      Ranger is bad about rolling in animal poop. When he does he goes straight into the bath when we get him home. If it’s a hot day he might get hosed down outside before coming in the house. I don’t understand why they like to do that.

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  2. I love the way you took the stinky-dog interruption in stride, Ruth, and made applesauce instead of pie–no big deal. You are a poster child for “Blessed are the flexible for they shall not be bent out of shape!”

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