“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
Remember those trees we cut down? Well, the work wasn't finished - not by a long shot.
Thatcher needed gloves......just like everyone else !
Treyson stacked, Tagg threw to Treyson, Grandpa Roger ran the splitter with his GOOD arm, Zac moved the logs on the splitter, CJ and Grandpa handed Zac the logs...........then in a little while, I took Tagg's job, and he helped Treyson. Thatcher played in the back of the truck.
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