I woke up Saturday to a changing season. The air was cool and smelled of the damp cool earth. The insect chatter is quickly twindling, and the encroaching feeling of needing to be surrounded by wool is descending upon me.
As I stared at my quilt laden boy sitting in his morning reverie, I didn't expect that there was a complete plan for our saturday resting in his head.
"Mom, I need a hacket." ( pronounced hack-it)
Knowing that my boy was asking for a hatchet, I played along and let the moment unfold.
"Oh, why's that ?" I asked.
"There's tons of limbs down from last weekends storm and stacked by the street. Could you please help me bring some limbs home so I can build a stick fort? I need a hacket to chisel notches and points into my sticks."
And with that our Saturday began. First I had to run to the outdoor store to buy a hacket and then I spent a good part of the morning carrying a forest of tree limbs to our yard.
The rest of the day was spent hacking, under the watchful eye of his mom of course.
and whittling away the hours. He wore his fingers down to a nub, that's why he is wearing the bandges, to cover his blisters.
We've all taken to calling a hatchet a hacket. It seems more appropriate. Name something by what it does. Just another weird word moment in this family. I loved seeing my boy totally engrossed in his creation. It will take a few more days to finish but boy, his dad, katten and I have spent a wonderful weekend working with wood. I promise to show you the results as they unfold.
What did you do over the weekend?