I took Sallie for a walk to the graveyard near my house. I came across this huge limb that had fallen on a couple 100-150+ year old graves. I thought it was sad that they didn't have any descendants that visited to clear it. I thought their graves looked unloved and forgotten.

I had my Chopweiler with me, so I decided to clear what brush I could, since no one else it seemed cared to.





Sallie decided to help…








Sallie helping…




Not perfect, but better than it was. I would need a chainsaw or something to get the rest. Several hours later now, my arms are still sore from all the chopping.




That’s my house you see in the background in the center.


View of the entrance to the graveyard. Where I was chopping was to the right off the frame.


View up the hill at the graveyard. After chopping I headed up the hill and fixed a few American flags that had fallen into the mud. The ground was pretty frozen, so it was hard to do.


Frozen creek.




View of the edge after all that choppin'. Not bad. A few strops on a ceramic stick and it was razor sharp again.