This is all the firewood that is left over from the big water oak tree that we took down in the front yard and split up. It has lasted us for a long time, keeping us warm and cozy through three winters. A small group of hens roosts on the wood pile every night. They'll soon be looking for a new spot to roost once the pile disappears. The wood pile has also provided a place for Annie, the goat, to climb up on and thus given good exercise for me as I have to re-stack the woodpile after she knocks the wood down - an almost daily occurrence.
|The dwindling wood pile|
|Cleaning things up|
The woodpile is near the end. Not to worry, though. We have another stack from the three smaller water oak trees that we took down this summer. The boys and I will split it and stack it to burn next winter.
|Fuel for next year|
As I type this entry tonight, I'm sitting in front of a fire that was roaring 45 minutes ago, warming all in the room. I was shelling pecans while talking to the family, relaxing and winding down for the night. Now all that is left of the fire is some glowing embers, still putting out heat, but fading fast.
|A cozy fire|
Just like me! Goodnight all...