Logger Woman Liz

When we lived in Washington, we had a wood burning stove. This gave off great heat but it demanded that we spend summers gathering wood for the winter. I'm almost positive that we ALL grumbled EVERY time, but I also remember after getting there that it was fun in some way or another. Sometimes just getting out into the fresh air and sweating is all that is needed.
Apparently I was wanting that today. First thing this morning, I went out and mowed our lawn. While mowing I realized that we have never moved the tree trunk parts. Of course, part of the reason was because they needed to dry out some as they were too heavy with sap and water to try to maneuver.
Guess what I did? I moved every single last log and stacked the wood so it looks better. We don't have a need for the wood, but it is there until we can figure out what to do with it. In the meantime, I have regained my side yard and it is no longer an obstacle course to get to our beautiful shed (I probably haven't posted pictures of that as of yet. I'll get to that post as soon as we finish the gables).
There is definitely something to be said for hard work and good old sweat....and getting up early enough so you don't melt in the 100+ degree weather while doing it.
(And those logs are a lot bigger than they appear. Hannah is in the foreground, giving distortion to the size of the logs in the back. There were several (try all the ones on the bottom left) that I could only roll or flip end-to-end to get them over there. You'd be more impressed in person. =)