Bad weather is like having a baby. As soon as Mother Nature hands you a beautiful day you forget all the misery.
It was 40 degrees today and sunny. That's my kind of weather. When The Mister suggested we go out and move all the wood I jumped at the chance to get out of the house.
I loaded and he stacked and we had the job done in about an hour. All that is left of the big pile is a few sticks and some ratty tarps.
Now what we have is a big stack of wood. That should keep The Mister happy for the rest of the winter-which I hope is more like today than last week.
I am really sorry that I didn't get a photo of The Mister falling down the hill with the wheelbarrow when he was trying to move it around front to the pile of wood. All those tire tracks were his attempts to crawl back up. Trust me it was funny. Very funny.