In this season, I am grateful for kids and grandkids. My own kids that do a little bit of work (in what would be in my own time about 5 hours) in just over an hour. And they are joyful about doing it. Fallen limbs turned into firewood. Too-long logs turned into right sized for my wood stove. Scrub trees cut, put in bags and ready for city mulch.
As we get older, simple jobs, get harder. I am so grateful for the help.
But still, time passes