Took my day off and decided to get started with the firewood.
Took 4 loads to get all of this, lots of sweat, a fair amount of swearing, and some new callouses to show for my efforts.
Got to get about 3 more loads in a day or two, but I decided to back off and listen to my back a bit today, rather than muscling through all 5 maples. I figure my days of pushing my body past the point of prudence are used up.
There is a level of satisfaction that I get from working hard with my back and my hands.
There is something that is right and sincere and worthy in the tiredness that follows a day of hard physical labor.
The trouble with the maples
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade?
Now there's no more oak oppression
For they passed a noble law
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe and saw.