Well, maybe not ALL day. I have given in to recent goading to post a photo of myself wearing my lumberjack shirt. It's not really a lumberjack shirt, but it is red and plaid, and, well, gosh-darn-it, it is MY lumberjack shirt. So here you go.
I'm getting close to the end of this season's lumberjacking. We get our wood in meter-long logs. Since our wood stove will only accommodate logs that are forty centimeters long, I have to cut our logs into thirds. That way I know they will fit. What you see behind me in the picture is the wood that I've cut so far. There are some leftovers from last year, then some of the wood from our downed trees, and in front is the oak we bought last Christmas.
The pile is almost three-deep now. I hope that when I'm done it will be a little more, close to four deep. That should be enough for the season, unless it's real cold. If that happens, I have a big pile of vine trunks that I can burn, so we should be ok. The little stuff piled up on the right-hand side is kindling. There's is more of that out in the back yard to be cut and stacked.
Our normal routine in winter is to use the oil-fired boiler to heat the house in the morning, then turn it off mid-day and build a fire for the afternoon and evening. I'm hoping we won't have to do this until November, but you never know. A small fire now and then in October is not unheard of.
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