I've had very serene afternoon of chopping up wood, in the courtyard at work, for the little wood stove that we use to keep the place the warm. It was really cathartic. I like chopping wood.
Sometimes a neighbour's look, a post-card, a telephone call]
will carry you up the shore of another life]
and leave you gaping amazed at sudden jungle]
a world away from the dolorous desk.]Castaway by Margaret Scott
2 Comments:
she's a lumberjack and she's okay...
:~)
damn straight, skippy
:~)
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