This morning, when I looked out through the windows, I saw the tree. I took the cruiser ax and went out to it and chopped a few broken limbs finer still and put them on the fire, although it was no longer cold. Since my stroke I have been unable to use the big double-bitted Canadian ax, but al least twice a day I read it; "Bunting Best, 4 1b. 6 oz., Hickory Handle" has been burned into the wood. |