This year, those friends have small babies to tend to, so my love's busy bringing it in day by day. We've somehow stumbled into traditional roles when it comes to the work that needs doing around here (which means that, like my pioneering foremothers, I do the gardening, sewing, cooking, shopping, preserving, knitting, chicken tending, housework, appointment-keeping, and teach part-time, and he cuts the grass, takes the garbage to the dump, and brings in the wood, while working full-time). It's never really balanced, is it? I'm working on passing some of "my" jobs on to him, which I find challenging, control-freak that I am. But that's material for another post.
I took this one from the hayloft.
Gorgeous big barn where our wood is stored.
Barefoot in the woodshed...that's my girl!
There's nothing quite like watching your man do "manly work", is there, especially when it speaks of warmth and security for the coming winter?