Matt and I spent yesterday getting two loads of firewood in. Yep, we're hillbillies--we burn firewood in the winter instead of turning up the thermostat like most folks in the 20th and 21st centuries.
We actually enjoy getting firewood. It gives the dogs a chance to run around, we get some exercise, we have the satisfaction of knowing that we've got a start on taking care of ourselves for the winter. Plus I get to worry maniacally about my husband cutting a tree down on his head. I am praying for the forest gods to be nice to him every time he falls a tree.
Two full loads is pretty substantial for us. We're both quite sore this morning and the dogs still seem pretty sluggish, which is very rare for them. But come this winter, we'll have about 4 more weeks of warm, toasty fires in the fireplace.