Or . . . 'bout time we wised up.
For all the years up until the last couple, we've ordered our wood for heating in 8' long loggers' logs, cut them with chainsaw and much expended time and energy, then split them into manageable pieces either by hand or with our trusty wood splitter. This small (ha!) chore took the two of us a large part of our summer's time.
Then the light dawned (in the dim recesses of our still functioning brain cells) that buying our wood cut and split, even though costing an outlay of dollars that we'd always been trying to save, would be the wiser way to go. (You've heard the old saying, "We grow too soon old, and too late smart?")
I mean, let's be realistic about how much time and effort we both spent working up our wood from those 8' long logs which cost money in the first place.
And this is the mighty work force who came to help us stack the wood into this year's make-shift shed. They were excellent workers.
A couple of days later, Papa Pea and I spent some quality time together getting the last of the wood under cover. Please notice dump truck which our littlest helper decided would be a good way for him to bring the wood from the pile on the ground into the shed.
Space cleaned up and ready for the next load. We guesstimate we'll need three more loads to fill the shed.
The wood we're getting now is green and won't be used this year as we have our biggest shed full to the brim of dried, well-seasoned wood for this coming heating season. We probably won't use all of this wood as our winter temperatures seem to be getting milder and milder. Where are those old-fashioned, snow-filled, frigid Minnesota winters we so love?
I maybe should be careful what I wish for.