Thrice Warmed

Yesterday, Dad, Mom, Paul, and I were out in the woods.  The B's are graciously helping us get firewood from the abundant supply on their land, even letting us fill their pick-up since we don't have one!  Mr. B ran the chainsaw; Dad split the huge rounds smaller; and Mom, Paul, and I loaded the pieces into the pick-up.  The whole time I was being pursued by termites... why?  I have no idea.  I would think with so much tasty wood around, they would be too busy, but apparently I was pretty sweet-smelling.  On second thought... perhaps not.  It was a warm day for September in Oregon, so we heated up pretty good during the whole process.  We filled the truck right up to the tailgate and called it a day.  Oh, but wait... one last thing.  We asked to pose with Mr. B's chainsaw.  He has a 32" bar on that thing, and I know Paul and I aren't exactly the tallest people on the planet, but hey—THAT'S ONE BIG CHAINSAW!

So now we have a big pile of rounds and quarters next to the house ready to be split.  That will warm us a second time, and this winter when it's chilly outside, the same wood will warm us again... in the woodstove.

It was good, hard work; I enjoyed it.  And I will enjoy wearing myself out swinging that 8-pound splitting maul.  Just my inner pioneer-woman coming out, I guess. ;)