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From my youth up I never liked the city.
I never forgot the mountains where I was born.
The world caught me and harnessed me
And drove me through dust, thirty years away from home.
Migratory birds return to the same tree.
Fish find their way back to the pools where they were hatched.
I have been over the whole country,
And I have come back at last to the garden of my childhood.
My farm is only ten acres.
The farm house has eight or nine rooms.
Elms and willows shade the back garden.
Peach trees stand by the front door.
The village is out of sight.
You can hear dogs bark in the alleys,
And cocks crow in the mulberry trees.
When you come through the gate into the court
You will find no dust or mess.
Peace and quiet live in every room.
I am content to stay here the rest of my life.
At last I have found myself.
— Tao Yuan Ming (Tao Qian) Chinese, 365-427
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What a wonderful life that guy has had.
My advice? Choose the right parents, kids.
Got a fence job coming up-on a hill no less-with about 3 dozen fence pole holes I’ll be digging out…by hand. One of those augers sure would be nice
If you ever really want to get something done, hitch a “cat” to it.
Scott Wadsworth is a wordsmith. A friends wife who has no interest in tools watches these videos with him and is fascinated.
I agree, Joe. Scott*, as a guy who has worked with his hands all his life, has a substantial talent for crafting his words on video.
* I refer to the Essential Craftsman as “Scott” as though he and I were friends. As I do with our host here, I check the internets at least daily to see if my “internet-friend” has had something new to say today. However the truth of the matter is that whatever friendship relationship we share is merely electronic and very distant, and therefore something less than a true friendship. But were I ever to meet Scott (or Gerard, who introduced me to Scott), I’d like to think that we’d enjoy each other’s company and could share a coffee, soda pop, or beer, along with a laugh or two.
MM, you can always rent one. If you plan out all your holes, you should easily be able to knock out 36 in a day, and that’s a lot of effort saved.
I had a boss once that wanted me to dig a bunch of fence post holes by hand. The problem was, the property had a huge amount of gravel in the soil, so every hole was a huge chore. I got him out there and had him start the first hole while I moved the posts near where the holes would be. He was cussin’ and bitching every time he hit a rock.
Then I brought out the gas powered hole digger. It takes two to hold it properly, but the hole is done in 30 seconds. He was amazed, and then I told him I had just had the rental place bill it to him.
Mr. V.: Been trying to talk Geoff C. into renting a mini skid steer to tackle that mound in the backyard. Maybe this year I’ll prevail. Would LOVE to operate it and get that job done this summer.