We are having a little celebration today in our little house in the woods.
After fourteen weeks–three long months–we are finally FINALLY done cutting our firewood this year!
Heaving an absolute sigh of utter relief…
Please note our full wood shed. Please note the 1949 Studebaker pickup truck loaded with the LAST LOAD of firewood.
Please imagine the hours and days and weeks of sweat and toil this entailed.
You may even want to imagine how warm our little house will be next winter.
We still have some wood left to split next year. However, this year our wood shed is full–and that’s a wrap, folks. We’ll leave these extra logs to cut next spring. Nicely tarped and protected from rain and snow and falling leaves. (Snakes live under here, beware anyone who carelessly uncovers the tarp. Just sayin’.)
The wood in our wood shed, though, is probably enough for two full years. Maybe all of this–including the unsplit logs–may last three years.
It’s a day to celebrate!
The above photo was snapped maybe in June. Back in the days when we only dreamed of a full wood shed.
I’ll have you know no serious injuries occurred. Except we engaged one very bad piece of firewood a couple of weeks ago. It behaved so inappropriately. As we took it through the splitter, one hunk careened off and landed on my right foot. Just below the little toe. It still hurts a bit today, but it doesn’t appear to be broken. The other hunk of the log shot off toward Barry’s arm and cut it open in two places.
He started bleeding like crazy while I hopped around like a sailor at sea. He couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t comforting him as he didn’t see the errant log attempt to decimate my toe.
And finally I’ll show you where it all started last winter. This was the logging truck load of logs delivered to our house on a fine January afternoon.
And now it’s over, over, over and hopefully we’ll still be alive and well and rarin’ to go next year.
Thanks for joining in the celebration!