Lots Of Work To Do
A couple of weekends ago, my uncle was cleaning up some dying trees. There was some oak, hickory and maple, and he asked if I would want some of it for firewood. I got way more than I bargained for. There was also a big oak that fell on the corner of my dad’s garage, so I got as much of that as my saw could reach.
By the time it was all in my yard, I was feeling a little overwhelmed. My pastor had offered to let me use his wood splitter. Up until I saw the amount of wood I actually had, I was determined to do it all by hand. That’s the ‘old’ way, after all. So when the last log was dropped on my yard, I made the decision to accept that favor.
Becky and I also had Ryder and Braden (My two oldest nephews) staying with us this week, so I had a good bit of help getting the wood split and stacked after I cut it up into manageable sizes.
I’ve barely made a dent in the wood I have to work on, but I’ve got a pretty good stack going already. Here are a few photos of what I’m talking about…
