Bringing in the wood, filling the lamps, drawing up the night water, those were part of winding up the day. They became routine chores, and I remember thinking once as I brought in an armful of wood: How did I end the day in the city? With this feeling of content? With this simplicity of making ready for the night? With this knowledge of a day lived fully and richly? There is a significance to me in the evening chores. They settle my account for the day. They sum up, add, and total another turning of the earth, and generally I come to the end of the day replete with happiness.
-- Janice Holt Giles, 40 Acres and No Mule
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