Today this crazy winter has given us a bright, sunny day of almost 60°. I figured I'd better take advantage of this largesse to get in some more wood for those non-60°-days that are sure to be on the way. Miss Mags had to supervise, of course. She loves to ride in her "buggy." Nothing pleases her more than to sit in the right hand seat and go for a nice, long prairie-ramble.
Wood-cutting is a pleasant chore, as long as it's not being done in sub-zero weather. It's the kind of job that lets you see your progress right away: long logs reduced to fire-place size chunks, a pile of chunks ready for the buggy, a buggy full of cut lengths, and then a growing pile of good, dry wood just outside the door. Accomplishment!
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That is a nice mindless job. It takes enough constant attention to not be boring but you can still relax and enjoy the moderate exercise of it.
And splitting firewood is so therapeutic.
Making wood creates a rhythm all its own. Nothing finer than splitting on a sunny, windless subzero day...
Be careful out there cutting wood by yourself. Even splitting wood can be dangerous if the axe or maul slips off the wood and bangs you a good one in the leg or foot. I speak from dolorous experience.
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