We are told it gets mighty chilly here in the winters and running the oil radiators all of the time is just too spendy. No bother. We have two fireplaces we can use, Monsieur Durand who delivers by tractor, and a boy who likes to take ownership over the whole process.
He thought it was funny that I wanted to take photos of a wood pile.
Yes, the time-piece has been consulted and it is time for lunch.
We'll finish the rest later. Woodpiles can wait and mealtimes are not to be missed.
My husband grew up chopping wood and frequently says he misses it. There's no reason here in the big city for any wood. Good job Peter!
ReplyDeleteSuch a "man" thing to do, isn't it! Sitting here in front of a fire right now. I love it!
DeleteA fine young woodsman indeed. Remember Peter, a man who chops his own firewood is twice warmed. Think about it. -Gramps
ReplyDeleteThat brought a smile to his face, Gramps. :)
DeleteGroan. Bad memories. ;-) We heated our house with a wood burning stove. Welcome to France, although it looks like you've been here for awhile. Are you part of Message.org?
ReplyDeleteBonjour, Jennie. Non, je ne sais pas message.org. Je vais chercher!
DeleteHe is growing up so fast. (sniff)
ReplyDeleteoh, the luxury of a necessary fireplace! You lucky ducks! That is a beautiful woodpile, really. I helped my parents stack theirs this summer and Peter's is much more attractive. And I bet he eats A LOT - he just has that look for that age.
ReplyDeleteYou nailed it, Margo!
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