It was just about dark yesterday when we realized our amazing stepping stumps were no longer under a blanket of snow. How marvelous it was to re-discover them! And in case you're wondering what I'm talking about, it's because I never told you about them. Oops. They came before Thanksgiving and I, apparently, talked about lots of other things and glossed right over the marvelous stepping stumps.
Better late than never, right? Stepping stumps. That's just what they are.
I know, without doubt that the BOG (Bald Old Grandpa if you're a new reader) thought I was nuts when I requested them. He had the chainsaw out, helping cut firewood. We were all cold, but I insisted he make different sized stepping stumps. He didn't agree right away, but I think he finally agreed to get me to keep my mouth shut. They are just different sized stumps...simple toys that can be moved around as needed.
But to them, they are so much more.
The bridge to get over the water. Boats to stay afloat. Different farms to visit. Stairs to climb. Buildings to jump off of. Endless possibilities.
I know he thought I was crazy. But they are some of the best outdoor toys ever.
I spotted one at an antique store for $8.00. That's less than buying a new plastic one that won't last more than a couple years. Resale for those right now are $60 and up.
But, of course, we won't be selling ours.
There's far too many important jobs to complete.