Wood, wood and more wood!

I think it was around April of this year that I set to work in the 3 acre wood behind my house to clear out all the dead wood.  Since we built the house we have had several good New England storms and the stuff really piled up.  The ice storm of '08, the wind storm of '10, and the hurricane (downgraded to a tropical storm) of '11 just to name a few.

I began the battle armed with my father in-law's tractor, a chainsaw, an axe, a splitting maul and a couple of cast-iron wedges.  I had the use of a log splitter for a couple weeks but that was not meant to last.  I felt like a pioneer from a hundred years ago as I chopped away at the mammoth piles of logs all summer.  I worked under the hot sun...just like my ancestors did.  I dragged logs and stacked everything by hand...just like my ancestors did.  I blasted Natasha Bedingfield from the stereo and drank imported rum...in honor of the horrific injuries my ancestors must have sustained doing this.  It's no wonder people died younger back then!

It was Tuesday October 18th at 6:15 pm in the afternoon that I stacked the very last piece of wood for the year.  I was soooooooooooooooooo happy to be able to lay that project to rest.

Final count was about 10 cords of wood.  That should last about three years in my wood stove depending on how sever or mild the winter is in New Hampshire is this year.

Part of my fire wood project that spanned about six months.  This was taken in early September: