Every fall as gardening starts to wind down and the weather cools, we leave the valley and venture to the mountains for fire wood. This is an activity I never did as a child. We didn't have a wood burning stove because my dad had not so fun childhood memories of having to haul wood and ashes. I am with him with the ashes but I LOVE going to cut wood. The mountains this time of year are so majestic. It is so peaceful (aside from the crazy loud chain saw). I love how slow paced life seems in the mountains. Sometimes I think I would have liked to be a pioneer; slow pace of life and hard work. I think we have so many unnecessary distractions these days. Until the last five years or so I was such a city girl wanna be. I always wanted to live close to shopping and my neighbors. But now living rural again I have come to appreciate the quiet, no traffic, "everybody knows your name" kind of life. It is great for my kids too!
How cute is that!
Tony loves his chainsaw! He cut
enough wood this day to fill our
truck and long bed trailer.
With all of her sisters in school, Lyndie gets to
join us. She has the best time puttering finding
bugs, spiders, sticks, rocks, etc.
(Who says we need a son?)
