To Shorten Winter…

When I was a kid, our most-requested book for bedtime stories was My Side of the Mountain, in which a young man runs away from home to live off the land in the Catskill Mountains.  In one chapter, he hollows out a tree stump to use as a bucket of sorts.  For some reason, I decided to try doing that one day.  I found this ax head in a wood pile in my backyard.  It wasn’t particularly dangerous – with weather and disuse it had long lost any sharpness.  Since the ax head had no handle and was exceptionally dull, I had to climb on top of a log and drop it from as high as I could reach, it would lodge in the stump and I would pull it out and see if it had knocked any wood loose.  As you can imagine, this was tedious work and I soon abandoned the task.  Thankfully before I chopped off anything important.

But it made me smile when I saw the same ax head at my parent’s house this week, still dull, sitting in the snow.

Update:  I’ve been corrected by two people that this is not an ax, but a splitting maul.  Can you tell it’s been awhile since I lived in Idaho?  I don’t know my axes from my splitting mauls.

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