Be Still My Beating Heart!
Many trees came down in a rather violent storm a couple of weeks ago.
Our neighbour Theresa flagged Henry down as he drove past her place, while coming home from work.
Her little red wagon was loaded down with logs from the trees her neighbour had cut up.
“Henry, open up that truck of yours and take what you can!”
I wish I had gotten a picture of just how enormous all those logs were!
I did however get an excellent shot of my hubby chopping up those logs.
Be still my beating heart!
Just check out those muscles!
I’m rather proud of the job I did.
That wood will make for some great nights by the fire pit next year. . .