With no little undue pride, yesterday I took axe and bowsaw to felling a 2-foot diameter maple tree out back that needed to be brought down and cut up. Sweat mingled with joy as I recalled wise words of Abraham Lincoln: If I had eight hours to chop down a tree, I’d spend the six sharpening my axe. (And this time, I wisely did stop several times to sharpen the axe.)
Looking at my handiwork now, brings to mind two more quotes:
“Every man looks at his own woodpile with pride.” – H.D. Thoreau
and
“I have to sharpen all the stumps around our property so my lazy husband can’t sit down.” – Lorraine Jackson.
