What did you do on Mother’s Day?
I split firewood. A cord and a half it it.
Had some help from DH, of course. And we rented a log splitter. The maul you see there in the picture is just for show. Had we done this the old-fashioned way I’d be writing this from the hospital. It was hard enough as it was, and we went an hour less than we had planned, DH coming down with a cold Amie had brought home.
I do love hard physical work. I was thinking of a friend who is experiencing problems with her heart. I was thinking, what if that was me? I wouldn’t be able to do this. But then I would of course simply do other things, like write that book of reflections I’ve always wanted to write. And learn to play the cello.
It’s just that, at this point in my life and physical state, I can do the log splitting, the garden beds, the lugging around of five-gallon buckets of water, and all that equally good stuff.
The bees (Hive 1), in case you’re wondering, still haven’t swarmed. It’s like waiting past your due date!