Sure, some of it's about those calendar shots of the Green Mountains in blazing fall color, but it's also about a cool damp morning with the sounds and smell of splitting wood, Canada geese honking overhead.
I don't know about a labor of love, I've been splitting black oar lately, it's a bear. My grandfather would say to me wood warms you three times, once when cutting, once in splitting and lastly in the stove, he thought of it as a gift.
Rick, that's a great old phrase, and quite true. I like that he thought of it as a gift very much. New hip on 11/10/2011. Maybe I can go fishing next year and bird hunting next year, too!!!
That one photo says so much.
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Thanks! Woodsplitting - like this blog - are labors of love for me.
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I don't know about a labor of love, I've been splitting black oar lately, it's a bear. My grandfather would say to me wood warms you three times, once when cutting, once in splitting and lastly in the stove, he thought of it as a gift.
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Rick.
Rick, that's a great old phrase, and quite true. I like that he thought of it as a gift very much.
ReplyDeleteNew hip on 11/10/2011. Maybe I can go fishing next year and bird hunting next year, too!!!