The Sisterhood is alive and well

It is so cold tonight. Sposed to be spring. I thought I'd get a fire going. G was at the supermarket so out I went with the axe and the wheelbarrow to chop enough wood for a good blaze. With me came two kids, dog, chickens etc. And I set about chpping the wood. A slow sore process. Bax seeing my blight cried "That's Daddy's work!" i said phooey I'd rather being doing this than crawling through the supermarket.

I chopped and shopped slowly but surely filling the wheelbarrow. Bax gave up on me, I was hissing and sweating, and went to play in the rain. I was all alone, the novelty of independence had fast worn off, I wasn't even cold anymore, I was bored and miserable. Then I felt a little pair of arms wrap themselves around me from behind, and a little head rest itself on my back. It was Izzie. Even at 2 years old (nearly) she understands the universal sisterhood.