As much as I try to deny it, Old Man Winter is just around the corner.
No snow flakes as of yet, but with overnight temperatures dropping below 50 degrees, is a stark reminder that getting firewood needed to be a top priority.
Usually this task body conditioning hobbitational activity is performed in October. It's an activity that I look forward to accomplishing.
Just the other day I asked ALEXA, "how much does a cord of firewood weigh."
The answer I got was a little surprising, "A cord of firewood weighs between 4,850 lbs./6,250 lbs., depending on the type of wood.
Being that our home is almost exclusively heated by firewood, four cords of firewood gives us what we need for the year. All of this wood is gathered from our property in the way of dead standing timber and trees that have been toppled by #Mother #Nature.
This year I asked for some help, and I got it without hesitation. The knee replacement I had done almost four months ago is doing great, but the knee I will have operated on October 11th is restricting most physical activity.
The gentleman you see with the chainsaw in hand is our 3rd son. If you need to get something done he's the guy to call. He's a ball of energy and has a hard time sitting around. He's the guy who wore us out this past week playing games, while visiting with his family.
Weeks earlier, I had scouted out the trees that would provide us with the wood we needed. Our kids were on vacation and I wanted this wood gathering process to go as quickly as possible.
Pulling the timber out of the woods was the first step.
Within a few hours we had most of the timber cut into 18 inch logs and called it a day.
Our youngest daughter, oldest daughter, oh yea, she's our only daughter, that one, she had no problem handling the littler chainsaw.
Her husband, that still sounds a little funny, just recently married, is coming up tomorrow and she insisted we leave something for him to do.
we knocked the shit out of that hobbitational activity, excuse my French.
By the second day we were operating like a fine oiled machine,
bringing the logs to the splitter, splitting, and stacking.
Team work at its best, a family working in harmony, and for the second time this special week, I had a few tears of joy welling up.
I know you don't see much of the wife in these pictures and there's a very good reason for that.
She was making sure the help was fed
and wouldn't run out of gas before we had the firewood we needed squirreled away.
Within 12 hours we had accomplished what would have taken me more than a week to do.
