We heat our home with a wood furnace. Not a wood burning stove, but a furnace that sits on the back porch and is hooked up to our A/C ducts. So, we got through a lot of wood. Husband spends a great deal of time throughout the year making sure our woodshed is stocked for the winter.
We're wood scavengers. No trees are ever harmed in the heating of our home. We never chop down a perfectly healthy tree. We find dead trees on our property to harvest. And when a neighbor has a tree down and doesn't want to use the wood himself, husband goes and gets it.
This one was a huge oak tree that died of natural causes on a neighboring ranch. I counted the rings and lost count around 100. So this was a pretty old tree. I'm so sad for it, but it will heat our home all next winter.
The neighbor had already cut it into tractor manageable chunks. He loaded it into our dumptruck which husband drove home and dumped out back. It took about five trips. Then he cut it into shorter pieces that would fit on the log splitter. Just think, it wasn't very long ago that men had to do this whole process entirely by hand. I can't even imagine.
I don't always help with this task, but it does go faster when I do. Husband splits the wood, tosses it into a wheelbarrow and I take it to the woodshed and stack it.
Jasper Cat likes to hang out in the woodshed and peek over the edge like a spy.
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