How warm you are in the winter is directly proportionate to how much you sweat in the spring, summer and fall. For those of us that “do” wood, nothing could be truer. Now, I will admit that this neat three cord stack started as a pile in my driveway but in the old days I cut, hauled and split it before it got stacked. Now I just write the check before moving the winter supply the first two of the five times EACH piece gets handled before heat is produced in the wood stove.
You’d think with the price of oil and natural gas bouncing off the trading room floor that wiser folk would belay the humping required to move this stuff from driveway to basement wood stove and hook up to the fossil fuel train. Along with advanced age and infirmity is the memory of 1973 and 1979 when politicians and guys in white robes and sand between their toes played their little foreign intrigue games and we all lined up on odd or even days to wait FOREVER just to get a few gallons of fuel. But, you may say, there is sooooo much oil and natural gas now that it would never, ever happen again. HARUMPH! I’ll stick with the sweat equity and the dust and ash. The Child Bride will be warm and toasty this winter as long as the back and knees of the wood hauler-wood stove tender hold out.
Now if I can just remember where my tuxedo and top hat are, the chimney needs sweeping.