Packing Wood's A Drag

Wow can you believe it, summer's over already. I'm not a person who looks forward to the cold weather. If it wasn't for Christmas thrown into the middle of it all, I'd hate it even more. LOL

Going out to the bush to gather our wood, packing wood, filling the wood stove and having your husband complain because he's too cold and your boiling up; oh joy, oh joy.
My neighbors just laugh and tell me they wish they could put a tunnel between our houses to catch all the heat; I regulate the heat upstairs by opening the doors and windows.

I have yet to put my summer clothes away for the winter since I've been married, that's 21 years ago, and when family and friends come to visit they all know to bring their shorts no matter how cold it is outside. When we built our house we made the mistake of having what we call my husbands "boy's club" a rumpus room, downstairs. My Dad always said that it takes 3 houses to build before you get the perfect house. If this happens guaranteed there won't be any stairs. Fifteen years ago the stairs didn't bother me but they do now and if there is stairs, my husband will be using them everyday; not me! Lol