Matthew is the only person I know who can talk and split wood at the same time. It must be all that excess energy.
After all of this talk, the patriarch cannot help but be inspired to visit his teenage years and set his hands to the task.
Move over teenage sons, the old man still has you all beat. He splits his fair share and reminds them all who it was that taught them.
There is a hint of the young man that I fell in love with.
Fortunately this disease is predictable and repeatable so I am assured of enough split and stacked wood to last for the whole of the winter. Thank God for testosterone!!!!!