“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”
—William Shakespeare, As You Like It
“And this, our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks, sermons in stones, and good in everything.”
—William Shakespeare, As You Like It
Sometimes it takes a boy’s tool to do a man’s job . . . . I’ve found a child’s ax to be a useful tool around my woodpile.
When we moved to our homestead, I sorted through many tools the previous owners left behind. I found an ax head that is smaller than a limbing ax, but larger than a hatchet. I went to the hardware store and found a handle to fit it. I hafted it, and gave it to Aly to use for her chores. Technically, the tool is called a “boy’s ax,” but since I gave it to my daughter (who, I’d bet, could chop circles around your son) I choose to refer to it by a gender-neutral term. Being lighter and smaller, she had an easier time swinging it than my ax when she got serious about splitting firewood 4-5 years ago. I soon discovered that these same qualities made it a useful tool for me in certain situations as well.