We have plenty of firewood. We get it early. We call it next years wood.
It takes sweat and stamina to cut, chop and finally relax in front of a fine fire.
The dogs were a sniff in the bush. Catching scents, running hither and yon. I envied them. I also envy the way they can sleep anywhere. Dreaming of slow rabbits and bird calls,
Lisa did the cutting, not every woman can handle a chainsaw with a 24” bar, while I hauled the blocks. Maynard caught a rabbit and displayed it proudly. Willow enjoyed the bush as usual. Very fine day.
3 thoughts on “firewood”
I need to get mine in really – I have a lot left from last winter as it wasn’t that cold but the farmer down the road has a fallen tree and said I can take all the smaller branches that I want. It’s not far from my house…
I’m terrified of chainsaws – the only thing I learnt on my course was that I’m never going to go near one!
Carol A. Hand
Great “action” photos. Lisa is awesome!
Living simply seems to require so many different kinds of skills — and a lot of work.
Lisa says, thank you. She loves sawing wood.
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