Bringing in firewood is one of my favorite seasonal chores. To be out on a beautiful fall day participating in labor that will ultimately bring pleasure and comfort to our home fills me with a sense of accomplishment, of self-reliance.
I get my wood from a local rancher who trims the wind rows (tree barriers) on his ranch every year. It's seasoned and split. All I have to do is load it and take it home. Each year I offer to help with the enormous job of cutting and splitting the wood, and each year he tells me "no thanks". (actually, I'd like to learn how to use the splitter and get pointers on wielding an ax more efficiently). We use about 4-cords through the winter. My firewood rack holds a generous 2-cords, so we get another load mid-season.
It's such a warm feeling to realize that there are people, who in their small way are looking after us. Every time our fire blazes warm and bright this winter, I will think of our friend, of his quiet concern for us and be grateful.
(the wood pile in the photo are "rounds" waiting to be split)
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