fall rituals

as i teen i used to argue with my mom about wanting to bring in the firewood.... to her it was probably something my dad and brothers should have done, but i was a strong believer in equal rights and knew that if i were to carry the firewood every so often into the house, my brothers might get a fair turn at doing dishes or ironing (though the latter was virtually impossible!).

now that i have my own home, i can carry firewood to my hearts delight.... as well as stack it. a chord of wood was delivered to my house tonight and it took me all but 1.5 hours to stack.... i finished just minutes before the rain started to fall..... a chord of wood is enough to make my back ache... i guess i'll pay for it tomorrow. you know, sometimes you know you ought to take a break but then stubbornness kicks in and i knew i had to get this wood put away.... i hate it when something hangs over my head like that.....