There is a saying about how chopping firewood makes you twice warmed. This small pile of wood brought me another kind. The warmth of accomplishment.
Mum prefers larger pieces of wood in her stove. I split a bunch logs last year into small sections, but found she was using punky old logs covered in fungus. These, I didn’t split. I had done so many and these were so hard! This end of August, I decided I’d try it. I got out a heavy, blunted, and old splitting wedge of Dad’s and a 4 pound hammer/axe (a small maul) the boys left after they were here last fall. It took me about an hour. I am sure others in my family could have done the job much faster. Yet, I DID IT!! All by myself.
I was hot and sweaty and very proud of myself. I am so glad I am able to do these kinds of chores. I’m not used to doing them, I’m often not allowed to (it does take me awhile!), and it is ok. When the trees are down, I can do it!
Blessed to be warmed in so many ways.