|Three and a half rows of wood for the winter|
But when I visit my mother, I get to chop wood. We left the farm for my mother to take RN training. I was too young to handle an ax except to make kindling. And when I tried to milk the cow, it just made her cranky. Small hands are can make a mess of things.
|"Small" wood for the stove|
All these years later, it is safe to say I grew up, though a child-like glee wells up when the ax falls smartly and the wood splits with a decisive and resounding crack. I found that I love to chop wood. I make sure that in all the Things I get to do today, time is left to include a contribution toward keeping the house warm.