Mabon Moon of the First Snow
It has snowed all morning, a heavy wet snow. It clings to the lodgepole branches, their burdens bowing the green needles toward the ground. The sky creates submission to the earth.
This is even truer than I imagined. Fire mitigation requires cutting down many trees and I’m doing them a few at a time. Today two. The first one I felled, using the chainsaw this time (a lot easier than with the axe but not as satisfying), did not go where I planned. Usually I’m accurate with placement, but the snow laden branches overweighted the tree at the top while a burl at the bottom broke in a way I hadn’t anticipated. Instead of landing to the left of the basketball goal, it swayed, crossed over the backdrop (to my, oh, no. then, oh, good.) and dropped instead just to the right of the goal. (see picture above)
I’m no pro, but I am an experienced amateur so I don’t like it when luck determines a fortunate placement. Right was as good as left, thank goodness. The second tree fell right 
where I wanted it.
Another factor I hadn’t considered when felling the trees during a heavy snow was the additional weight on the branches. Trees have to be limbed before the trunks can be moved and each limb had an added amount of water. That made moving each branch more difficult.
Felt good though to keep advancing toward a culled woods. Splintered Forest will come out and chip my slash once I get it to that point. Over the weekend I’ll cut up the downed trunks into firewood sized logs, stack them between a couple of trees well over 30 feet from the house and let them season until next winter.
