Finally made myself go out and stack firewood yesterday. It’s been sitting where the delivery man dumped it for almost nine months. It’s hard to think about needing to heat the house with wood when it’s July and near 100ْ outside. But stack the firewood I did. Since my sons were visiting for the Fourth of July, I enlisted my youngest son’s help. He has a strong back, he can stack twice the amount I can in half the time; or so it seems. The pile before.
Lunch sure tasted good after this chore. We'll probably have another cord delivered before fall, so there's going to be that much more to stack, but the one thing I like about firewood? It waits patiently for you come stack it.