Chores
Still August, here, but that means we’re in the limbo time, the pause between summer’s intensity and fall’s quick drop to cool days and dark nights. There have been sightings of patches of yellow leaves on the birch trees, and there’s definitely a dark period at night. Tomorrow, the public school kids begin their school year and the university starts two weeks later. It’s time to get the chores done that we’ve been putting off all summer.
So, yesterday, we dug a new hole for a railroad tie post to replace a broken four by four that made up part of a pass-through along the fence line next to the horse water tank. Today, we dug a trench for electrical conduit out to the horse shed–no more “winter” electric cord trailing out to the water tank heater. Tomorrow, splitting and stacking wood. Soon, back to the hay fields for the last of the hay for winter.
Write about essential chores where you are. What are the sounds and smells of them? What ache do they bring on–in the muscles and in the heart? What lies beyond?
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