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I woke up yesterday morning to fog in our neighbor’s field….

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And the distinct sound of rumbling…. which at this time of year could only mean one thing.

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Fall in the country means bush hogging and as the sun started to break through, the hog was hard at work.

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Our neighbor hires a local man every autumn to knock down the growth in her fields. This is necessary if you want to keep fields from becoming forests and since he’s right next door…. we piggyback on the opportunity and have him do our little parcel of back field as well.

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And as I looked out on our backyard pre hogging, I was pleased to see the maple trees we planted this spring had survived the awful summer drought and were beginning to turn color like their larger neighbors.

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It was touch and go for a while. Maine was hot and dry for months and we’re on a well. I had to stop dragging my 300 feet of hose out there to water them and I feared our nearly $1,000 investment would shrivel up and die. But they seem to have hung on and for that I’m grateful.

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Later on in the day it was our turn.

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And those trees sure do make a dramatic background for hogging.

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