Yesterday morning I arrived in the village early, I was arranged with friends like this, they also wanted to take advantage of the weather and go for a ride on a motorcycle.
So we cut the wood, it was dry beams from an old building.....I love the smell of that wood, it's so slightly resinous.
In about an hour we were cut, then we chatted for a while and then the friends left, I went home to the garage for an ax and started chopping wood.
The weather was beautiful, I was in no hurry, I knew that in one day I would not be able to do it all anyway, I was cutting it into quite small pieces.
I had this slow slow down a bit because I didn't get a good night's sleep the night before and that's usually obvious to my physical condition.
Grandma can't cook anymore, so I went home for lunch in the afternoon, which was a bowl of müsli, it always fills me for a long time. Then I went back to chopping wood.
Then I took about a half hour break when I went inside and my grandmother and I had coffee.
It was about a quarter to six when it looked like it was going to start raining and it would be a pity if the dry wood got wet, so I decided to stop chopping.
I laid the remaining logs along the house next to the other wood and covered it with a tarpaulin, so somehow subconsciously I felt that I would not continue anyway on Sunday.
Then I started carrying the chopped wood up into the chamber, when I went several times, so I noticed that there was a swan sticker among the newspaper clippings on the door.
It's Grandpa's job, he really enjoyed traveling. He did not have the financial means, but at that time he worked for the railway and so he had free fares in the whole country.
As far as I know, he did not travel anywhere in a foreign country, except for a few visits to East Germany. As far as I remembered my grandfather, he was already retired and was no longer traveling at that time.
I liked him, he actually "taught me" the relationship to nature. When grandmother tells about him, she says that life with him was difficult, that she mainly took care of the family.
But I already see it differently in those connections. He was said to be an orphan and was raised by his grandmother, who lived in a small basement apartment without windows. His wife died, he took care of the two children himself. Then he somehow met his grandmother and they got together.
I didn't finish my work until about seven o'clock, I was tired and my whole body ached. I made fire my grandmother's stove in the living room and then watched TV with her for a while.
Then I came home, ate, took a shower and I was happy when I got to bed, it was clear to me that I would no longer chop wood on Sunday.
I woke up quite early on Sunday, had breakfast and went to a friend. Along the way, the world seemed so different to me. The grass seemed more green and so alive to me.
The yellow color of the dandelions seemed much richer to me than ever. In the treetops wrapped in thousands of flowers, it buzzed from hardworking bees.....amazing atmosphere.
The other friend was already with the friend and they were repairing the old ATV, it took quite a long time. Eventually I stayed there at noon, so I was treated to lunch.
But then dad called that he needed help measuring and cutting the girders for the new fence, so I went home.
It was just three o'clock in the afternoon when we finished, so I went to my grandmother's for coffee. At the same time, I applied coal and wood for heating for a week as usually.
I watered all the flowers in the living room, repaired my grandmother's wicker basket for wood, cleaned it in both rooms, and it was five o'clock.
Then I packed things at home, got in the car and drove to a friend, there was a freshly baked cake with cottage cheese and a small treat, it was supposed to be such a small mother's day celebration.
