Winter 32:00 PM
Annette made it out to the pasture earlier today than she had the day before. There had been no other errands to delay her as there had been yesterday, and to be honest she would rather get the work in early in the afternoon, while it was still warm. As warm as it got this time of year, anyway. It was only the third day of Winter, so it wasn't anywhere near what she was sure she'd have to endure near the middle of the season, but she figured she'd adapt at about the same speed as the weather changed. She always had before, and there was no reason for it to be different on the island.
Today her tool of choice was the axe, and her goal was to get rid of the two slender logs that had ended up lying in the pasture. Again she had to wriggle around the oversized weeds, but these were easier to access than the rock of yesterday had been. Eying the first log, she wondered if it would be any good for lumber. The first blow of the axe, though, put paid to that idea, and threw her off-balance to boot; Annette ended up barely catching herself on the axe handle before she landed face-first on the blade. Pulling the axe out of the rotten log, she looked at the remains of the smashed shape in mild disgust. Then she sighed, set the axe aside, and hauled the crumbling pieces out of the field. As many as were big enough to pick up, anyway. The rest would probably be good compost, or something like that.
The other log was smaller, and she couldn't imagine making any use out of it. Made wary by the hidden rot of the last log, Annette brought the axe down with more care than usual, but this one was, despite its small size, solid all the way through. It took several more blows to split it into two managable pieces, and then those, too, were removed. That was all she would do today, Annette decided. The big bushes weren't something she wanted to tackle after the morning's plowing, and the same went for most of the rocks. Tomorrow, she told herself, she would get the last two packets of peas in, and then she could spend all the time she wanted on clearing the pasture.
((Axe + 1. Before
the day's work; after