Andrew and I swapped roles yesterday afternoon.
He went out into the bush first with snowshoes and chainsaw and dropped a few standing dead trees.
He bucked them up, and came in.
Then Andrew filled my role for a few hours,
while I went out for some much needed time alone.
I strapped my snowshoes on,
then grabbed the sleigh and headed into the woods with my frisky dogs.
I've been needing physical activity to get my heart rate up,
and some quiet time to let my mind wander.
I like swapping roles.
It's not that I don't do my share of physical labour on our homestead,
but just not much this time of year.
It helps me appreciate Andrew's role,
as I'm sure filling my shoes helps him appreciate my role.