>>1922251>when the whey brotein wants outbut i've been thinking some more, it must tickle our very man essence for it was our job to secure the shelter for the w*man to give birth in
i spent school vacations at my grandparents on a homestead and late in one summer they had cut down some trees near the creek and left them out in the yard
i found them there in the afternoon and just grabbed the axe and started chopping, it felt so good and just to make sure i'm doing it right i asked my grandpa when he passed by if the size is good and he just gave me the robert redford slow zoom in nod so i kept on going, hypnotized
ate like a champ and slept like a log that night but in the morning just as i flew towards them to finish, they were nowhere to be found: the old man put them back in the shed whole because "what else am i going to do in the winter?"
so it really goes far beyond the "work" aspect of it, or even just having an occupation in the snowy season, it's just heartwarming for a man, he's hardwired to enjoy these things, to feel his stiff, cold arms loosening up and pumping blood in the winter, splitting logs, seeing his steamy breath puff sharply
i get shivers down my spine every time autumn kicks in and that first batch of cold fresh air tickles my nostrils, i instinctively long for the axe to stock fire wood
