Around here that means cutting wood. J has piles of wood everywhere. We've been heating the house with wood for 14 years now. We wonder what the farm would look like if we didn't use all of the down trees for fuel.
This was a pile of wood left from the State coming through and cutting the trees on the gravel road right of way.
Emma was keeping an eye of things.
Another truck load ready for when we start up the stove. It's not quite time yet. We can usually get by with just the gas logs for a while. They just filled the tank and we used the logs twice then they quit. We checked the tanks and they were empty (105 gallons). Apparently, when they filled them the delivery man didn't cut off the valve completely. Now they have to come back and check. I was told when I called that it was probably just a blocked line that that much propane couldn't leak out without us seeing it or smelling it. It's been 2 days now and we haven't seen them back yet. I hope they see their mistake and I don't have to argue with the.
Anyway, Emma's spot on the truck was safe.
looks like a lot of work, but there is nothing like a wood fire to keep you warm
ReplyDeleteI love the smell of a wood fire...we had a wood stove when I was a teenager, and it was so nice and cozy to curl up next to with a book! (not that there's any time to do that now that I'm a "responsible" adult!) :)
ReplyDeleteIt's the same here in Sweden, getting everything ready for winter - and the first snowflakes landed yesterday.
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