Pick-Up Sticks

You all know the drill: The wind blows, you pick up sticks. And branches and limbs and trees. It's a viscious cycle that never seems to end. It's that time of year for anyone who owns property. It's a thankless job that needs done around every farm when winter is finally done with us. We started to pick up sticks last weekend and it's overwhelming. So many dead branches and limbs litter the pastures. Chain saws greased and revved, rakes at the ready. This year I've decided on a new approach to clean up the property. Bugle Hill will be hosting it's first bonfire-stick party. Come armed with work gloves and rakes. I'll provide the Yuengling and hot dogs and what the heck, I'll throw in the sticks too.