The weather is supposed to be beautiful, and I'm
gearing up for a relaxing albeit busy weekend. It will be spent working
on the wood strewn through our front yard. In just a few short hours
after work, Scott has made an impressive dent on the project. I am
hopeful that we might actually have everything cleared and chopped by
the time we need to return the splitter. Of course, my husband's
weekends are typically reserved for football watching, so I'm not
entirely convinced that Scott will attack the splitting with the same
I haven't been able to help with the heavy work, not
because I'm not physically able but because I am running around the yard
after Timmy. He loves to be in the middle of the action, but splitting
logs is not exactly safe for a toddler. He is easily distracted but
requires constant attention so that he doesn't wander or eat an acorn.
(I am beginning to think that he is part squirrel when I think of his
affinity for popping acorns and hickory nuts in his cheeks.) While
Robby, Scott, and Mr. Bill are busy chopping and splitting, I am on the
move after the youngest helper.
Hopefully by the time we go to
Trunk-or-Treat on Sunday evening the yard will be cleared of all the
wood, and our firewood pile will be stacked and ready for winter. I'm
looking forward to being able to walk through our front yard without
having to navigate the minefield of limbs, tree sections and divots. It
will be nice to look out the front window without feeling overwhelmed by
the woody mess!