Freshly cut logs in the woods north of our house. I wish they were mine.
Through winter, my daily routine includes cleaning ashes out of the wood stove, gathering up kindling, splitting a few logs, hauling it up into the house, and building the fire. Then, usually, I go back out in mid-afternoon for a few more logs. This is the time of year when I start getting tired of the ritual. And the mess. Ashes seem to settle everywhere. I'm looking forward to spring cleaning.