1, 2 - Buckle my shoe Lace up work boots
3, 4 - Shut the door Head outside
5, 6 - Pick up sticks Chainsaw logs
7, 8 - Lay them straight In the woodpile for next winter
9, 10 - A big, fat hen. No chickens...yet.
We have had much rain (gully washers) and 40+ mph winds in the past few days. So today we are picking up sticks. Some of the sticks are full grown birch trees that are dead. Three downed trees can be seen from the windows. We were planning to remove these trees on our timetable, but Mother Nature had different ideas. Wood that isn't too rotten is cut and put in the woodpile. Rotten wood and small limbs, branches and sticks are burned. (A s'more lunch, anyone?) Retirement affords us the time to stop doing nothing and to do something that needs to be done.
Life is like a children's nursery rhyme.
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