My hostess’s neighbor brought over a wood splitter the other day and though she was not expecting it to arrive, she immediately set to on a pile of wood and spent a few hours splitting it all up. Well, except for some giant rounds that will require more muscle than she or I put together have in our possession.
Since I didn’t know how to run the wood splitter, my job was to stack.
And though it isn’t exactly rocket science, I know how to stack. I’ve stacked a few cords in my day…
(We are all so proud.)
So over the next few days it’s my job to turn this…
This is my progress so far.
I’m doing it in shifts. Slowly building up my farm stamina.
Turns out suburban stamina doesn’t stack up in the country. Get it? Stack up????
(Oh my god….)
Car butt tolerance and beaver dam observations won’t cut the mustard here. Time to girl up.
Sunny and Ben are fairly certain that even though the wood pile has only been in existence for a few days, there MUST be a squirrel living there already.
They check thoroughly and often on their theory.
God help the squirrel if they do find one. I have a feeling it will get ugly. Ben takes no prisoners.
Okay, well I have to go now, the horses need to be let into the side yard to mow the grass.
(That’s not rocket science either.)
I think you should go clean out the chicken house.
(I’m not going near those chickens. Not a one of them knows how to make a good cup of tea. And scones? Forget about it.)
You are STILL suburban punctuation I see. We are going to have to do something about that….