Nature doesn’t care that you’re cold. Nature doesn’t care that you can’t feel your toes. When it’s time for a tree to fall, it falls. When it’s time for three to fall, that happens too. And unless you want to try to work around them for the rest of the Winter, clearing them up can’t wait until Spring.
Today we work in twenty degree temps to split the biggest rounds from the biggest tree. On the upside, we completely filled up not only all of our firewood bins, but stacked three pallets about four feet high. Gettin’ it done, even when we don’t want to do it. And walking the path.