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. Â But then I would of course Â simply do other things, like write that book Â 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!