The Wisdom of Chopping Wood
The Wisdom of Chopping Wood For those of you who know me well and think me eclectic and old-fashioned, this will come as no surprise. I have recently fallen in love with the simple and outdated art of chopping wood. No, this is not a euphemism. I seriously have fallen in love with chopping wood. I was out there today, swinging my axe, which my wife (thankfully) agreed to let me purchase. I guess I finally convinced her that an axe has more uses than self-defense during the Zombie Apocalypse, which I'm sorely disappointed did not happen last year (that's another story for another time). As my Austin friends know, it was disappointingly damp today with little to no sunshine. The day was abysmally grey. We just bought some chunks of wood for our chimnea, and they were far too big to put inside the pit. I needed to make the bits smaller. I gathered the wood, set them up, one by one, on my block, and started swinging away. About ten minutes into it, I was sweati...