Well sort of - she's really having trouble getting a foothold isn't she? There have been a couple of stellar days, days that have warmed our hearts and fertilised our garden dreams, followed by many more days of chill and frost and ice pellets. But fear not my friends, a sure sign of warmth and contentment, real heat and blazing light rumbled onto our street this morning and right up our driveway:
Yes indeed, the annual truckload of next winter's firewood arrived this morning, all 5+ tons of it. With air brakes sighing, the familiar white truck rolled in from the highway, right on time.
John, from John's Firewood has the routine down pat. In one fluid movement he backs his rig in from the road, lines it up with the woodshed, then tips the bucket.
With a mighty roar 3 bush cords of split hardwood tumble out. He pulls the rig forward, gives the bucket a good thump or three to shake any last bits out and pulls back onto the driveway.
Here's the video: Firewood Delivery 2016
Job Done in under three minutes!
|with the first of furry four-pawed children|
Thirty years ago, in the land before children, full length logs were dumped in front of the woodshed. We cut, split and stacked. There was even one summer (and only ONE!) when we helped clear a government woodlot. We felled the trees and hauled them out to the tractor, which then delivered them to be cut, split and stacked.
Ahh, those were the days ... then again, maybe these are the days...
Well I've got just twelve days to get stacking done before surgery will sideline me from any heavy lifting for at least six weeks. I really don't want to be spending my recuperative time looking out the window watching my love do the job alone, a job we've always done together. Besides, I do love making order out of chaos, so I'd best get out there.
The frost is out of the ground and the birds are singing.
Spring - the 2016 version - has sprung!
©2016 April Hoeller