... for an eighty-two-year-old woman with torn rotator cuffs.
My mom sent me the picture because she liked the shadows. I thought you might like to see the bucking and hauling and splitting she’s been doing the past couple of months after she replaced her chainsaw.
She’s got plenty of seasoned stuff behind and around the back.
She has slowed down a little and just sold her sheep. She also has been hearing the gas furnace come on occasionally in the wee hours of the morning, and she lets it. She still heats mostly with the old Lange she bought forty some years ago.
It is my aspiration one day to be just one quarter of the woman that my mother is!
