I live in the woods. I might have mentioned it before. Maybe. A time or ten thousand.
There are lots of trees. Lots. When it is really windy we pray that all the trees stay upright and firmly rooted in the ground where they are supposed to be.
Yes I am sure that we could get out there in the woods with the chain saw and good health insurance and cut down our own trees. Cut off the branches. Drag them up to the house. Cut them into appropriate lengths and then split them. But the first thing that enters my mind when I contemplate it is.
Why would I want to do that when I can make one phone call and have them bring it to me AND stack it. The second part of that last sentence is the part I like best. I really don’t like stacking firewood if there is any possibility that I can get someone to do it for me, even if those people insist on calling me “ma’am”. Oh please stop that. I might have to hurt you.
And after the wood was covered……
It was time to play with Max for a little bit.