There are certain chores that are more fun than the others. This weekend, my son discovered that driving the tractor is one of them. We had a HUGE pile of logs in the backyard that needed to be split for use in the wood stove this winter, and this was the weekend we picked to split them. Now, at first thought, you might be tempted to say that sitting on the couch watching reruns of The Real Houswives of New Jersey might be more fun than stacking a monstrous pile of wood, but if you did, you'd be wrong. There is something pleasantly satisfying about seeing the woodshed go from empty to full in the space of an afternoon... something pleasantly monotonous about splitting the wood...
loading it into the wagon on the back of the tractor...
...and driving the tractor around to the front of the house where you or someone else then unloads it and stacks it in the woodshed. It is what I believe, and I know it is what my son believes as well. How do I know this?
Because I heard him singing several rounds of "Home, Home on the Range" at the top of his lungs as he drove around back for another load.
Hope you weekend was a good one, too.
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