This has been a cold winter. The wood pile disappeared fast. I had already started on next year’s pile, but the two truckloads of green wood are not much good now. The remaining dry wood was in one stack. Less than a face cord remained.
Saturday morning was mild and sunny. With help from a friend, I cut a truckload of dead, dry wood and added it to the wood pile. I think we’re set, but if not, I have a decent saw and some sharp chains.
The true way to render ourselves happy is to love our work and find in it our pleasure.
–Francoise de Motteville