A Sunday morning spent gathering wood for the winter months.
Cutting, splitting, stacking and cleaning up the limbs into piles for bonfires in a few weeks.
My three wandered the paddocks, exploring and finding little pieces of nature to fill their basket.
Morning tea was a welcome rest from the heavy work.
Back home with a ute and trailer full of wood to unload and stack, three tired children and a roast to put on.
The best kind of Sundays I know.