Saturday, I was outside in a chilly wind all afternoon. Unfortunately, I wasn’t at the farm, so I didn’t have physical labour to keep me warm.
Saturday evening, home at the farm, was all about big bowl of soup on the couch in front of the first fire of the season.
Sunday, Matt and I rearranged the woodpiles and took delivery of another load of firewood from his Dad.
We have a serious stockpile of firewood this year. It wraps around all three sides of the pool room.
We’ve gotten so much new wood this year that things have gotten a bit jumbled.
The rearrangement on Sunday was about putting the oldest wood in the most accessible spot: stacked on the side patio closest to the kitchen door. Then there is the original woodpile behind the pool room now expanded to four rows–we’ve never had four rows.
The newest wood is on the other side patio where it can dry for awhile–years given the amount of wood we have to burn through before then.
The fireplace is my thing, but the firewood is Matt’s. I gripe a bit about firewood taking over our house, but I appreciate all of the effort he puts into making sure I’m set for a cozy night after a chilly day.
How are you getting ready for winter at your house?