Her post brought back a flood of memories for me.
The year we moved up here in the late fall, we faced our first winter living in
The big problem was we had nary a stick of firewood readied for winter time heating. So every morning after Papa Pea left for his teaching job, I would bundle up our then two year old to the extent necessary according to the outside temperature, put her in her designated area with play things (safely away from the wood working area but where I could still keep an eye on her) and go to work cutting wood.
I had a chainsaw I could handle (of a smaller size than the biggies my husband now uses) and I would cut enough wood to use for that day's heating. On weekends, if we could find the time working around even more pressing tasks (and other crises of which there were many), hubby and I would work together prepping a pile of wood. That would free me up for some of the days of the coming week.
Was trying to stay warm all winter burning green wood to heat an uninsulated tin can a good situation? Well, no. (Nor did it keep us warm.) But we survived, and I can definitely say I know how to use a chainsaw.
Hey! Maybe that's why I still have impressive biceps. Aren't we women somethin' else?