There is much to write about after a very long weekend and 1 evening of butchering and meat processing, but I'll start with this.
A weekend of butchering pigs inevitiably includes sharp objects, one of which found it's way deep into my thumb early Saturday Afternoon. A particularly sharp knife that the father-in-law went to put down on the table in the same place as my thumb.
The cut was not to large, but it was deep enough to need attention. After a brief moment of panic that all our plans will be ruined by a trip to casualty, it was quickly decided that the resident vet could fix me. A quick bit of local and a couple of stiches and I was out working again (with gloves on, of course) inside 20 minutes. Very efficient.
The garden before the snow falls,,,
15 years ago
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