Tim is a friend of ours. He used to be our next door neighbor and would help me cut and stack firewood, but a couple of years ago he and his wife were offered a great deal on a house she had always admired and they moved down the road. He’s still one of my best friends, just a more distant neighbor.
I had the truck today — because I was doing a dog transport for the local animal shelter — and decided to stop in and see Tim on my way home. We talked for a while. His dog made it known that he needed to go out for a walk. As we were leaving, Tim said, “Hey! Do you want some firewood?” He pointed across to the far side of his property where recent winds had broken off a small maple tree. He’d already cut it up but had no use for the wood. We use firewood for heat, so I’m always glad of a gift of firewood, especially when it’s already cut up and ready to load! I thanked him and loaded it up.
I figured I’d back the truck in to my loading dock, roll the wood splitter out onto the dock, split the wood as it came off the truck and stack it. Since it’s green wood, I won’t be able to burn it this year, it needs to season first. I’ll stack it on the far end of the “ready to use” wood stack and hope we don’t burn through the whole stack this winter.
Before getting started, I went inside to check messages and check on the dogs. While I was inside someone in the area decided to start some target practice with his blunderbuss.
Blondie Bear is terrified of gunfire. (Read More…)
