When wood cutting season comes around...

When I was a child, we heated our home with wood. There was a wood burning stove upstairs and one downstairs. There was electric heat throughout the house, but it was expensive and certainly did not provide the learning and work ethic training opportunities that wood did. J It seemed like every Sunday morning, as soon as good daylight was available, Dad was rattling our chains to get up and get going for wood duty. Mom packed a picnic lunch and dad hitched up the log splitter. We kids were responsible for dressing appropriately, having our gloves on hand and being ready to work…hard. I hated it. We spent a good part of the day out in the timber with smoke puffing out of that log splitter (which Dad still has btw), the chain saw only stopping to refuel and bows in our backs. Back then, I thought it was pure hell. Nowadays, a nice winter day in the timber, breathing fresh cool air and working up a sweat is exactly what the doctor ordered! Sun or snow, it d