Work. That's what we do for fun. We do it so much, we're pretty good at making it actually fun. You don't believe me? Well, this looks like fun to me!
Plus, when there's work, there are also treats! (When Robin and Laura have discovered the Internet, they will probably try to wound me - severely. But it's okay, I think I've got enough time to learn some self-defense moves before then.)
Getting firewood is at least an annual thing for our family; often even biannual. If you asked us four older kids what we did when we were little, the first thing we would tell you is firewood. We carted around so much firewood. In fact, in the summers we were made to move the pile around a couple of times: "Work is good for the soul!" Which is actually true, so thanks, I guess.
Anyway, this is our favorite spot to go get wood - I'd tell you where it is, but then bad things would happen because Cary has sworn me to secrecy. So suffice it to say, it's a gorgeous spot with some fun memories. One time when Cary and I went to get wood, we met the mayor of Rexburg; he sang a song to me about beautiful redheaded girls from Blackfoot. I totally didn't make that up, just ask my dad!
On this particular day from whence these pictures came, we ended up getting rained out, but it didn't start until we were putting the last log on the trailer. Talk about blessings! Thunderstorms in the mountains can be a little exciting.
And because you just can't not share pictures of this little doll:
Happy Sunday, and don't fret, it's almost Thanksgiving!!
P.S. For anyone confused about that random post last week about Christmas: that's the program I wrote for my ward, I put it up for anyone to critique. I really appreciated everyone's comments and offers of help. And if anyone wants to come participate in my ward choir, please do!
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