Holy effin’ jaysus, it’s that time of year again.
Today Hooper delivered our firewood for the winter. We burn through roughly two cords a year and every year when he dumps it I swear the pile is bigger.
I stare at it and then try not to think too much about how many times I’m gonna have to handle each and every log.
But then I do.
First I gotta stack it so the neighbors won’t laugh and point at me. Next, I move it one wheelbarrow load at a time during the winter into the garage so I always have dry firewood. Then I carry it an armload at a time from the garage to the stack on the hearth where I finally put it on the pretty fire that Miss Carol enjoys each and every night while the cold northeast winds howl and skirl outside.
And somehow that last part makes it all worth it.