Today I was thinking of the Robert Frost poem Out, Out that has the lines, "The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it."
This cooler than average weather has been great for putting up wood Ken had brought into the yard. Yesterday we split some wood and today Ken started the buzz saw and I stacked.
When I had done enough for one day we had gotten most off the trailer - still some larger pieces for the wood stove - and
we are most of the way on the third rick in the first section. This wood will dry nicely before we use it next winter
Thursday, May 15, 2014
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