I’ve been stacking this winter’s wood a little at a time, usually in the evening when the sun is on the front of the house. Tonight I looked out my studio window and saw it was already too dark in the woodshed to do any stacking.
Gregg Burch, the logger who we get our wood from has been delivering one cord at a time. I try to keep up with him so the pile doesn’t get too big.
A bunch of trees came down in a recent storm just up the road from us and Gregg is cleaning them up and bringing the wood to us. It makes me feel good to know he didn’t have to chop down any trees for us so far.