The wood fairies showed up today. Chris called me outside to look at how much wood we now had. Two guys, who live in the neighborhood, had shown up in a pickup truck and stacked a bunch of it in our rack.
They must really enjoy chopping wood and also be pretty good at it. I know how physically taxing chopping wood is. Ours wasn’t the only house they stopped at, either. Chris told me they usually over-order, and one of them has a wood splitter. Still.
If I had to pick out two people in our neighborhood with the biggest hearts who find the most joy in being with people, these two would be the ones. During the early days of the quarantine, one of them delivered cups of margaritas from his Jeep on Friday evenings, and the other smoked a bunch of meat and fish on Sunday afternoons and invited people to come pick it up during a distanced backyard happy hour.
Our “village” has had its ups and downs over the 15 – give or take a few – years we’ve been raising kids together, but these two are a big part of the glue that’s kept us together.
Thanks to them, we now have more than enough wood to keep the home fires burning through the last days of winter and chilly days of early spring.
My Corner of the Village 