Because we're afraid we'll run out of work projects here on ye ol' homestead (ya, uh-huh, sure), my husband ordered another truckload of birch firewood which was delivered yesterday.
Make no mistake, we have had our two wood sheds chock full of firewood since early on this summer. We actually have a chunk of the eight foot maple logs still to cut up from the last load we had delivered, but we had no place to stack the cut and split wood so we've been ignoring it.
I think hubby wants to get ahead with about a twenty year supply of wood in case he decides to slow down a bit by then. That way he won't have to worry about not having enough firewood to keep us warm! (Just kidding. I think.)
It's fascinating to watch the load being transferred from semi to a pile in our back yard. This guy really knows what he's doing. It took less than 30 minutes to unload all of it. (That's thirteen cords of wood!)
Just another hard, hard working logger/trucker doin' his thing.
Wonder what's going through my husband's mind as he looks at this pile. He's probably thinking he sure is glad he has a strong wife to help him.