We endured a rainy start to November, and then enjoyed a warm and sunny spell. But the nights have been cool for a while now, our fire has been roaring each evening, and our supply of dry and seasoned firewood has been slowly disappearing from the garage.
So on Friday morning, my wife Jan and I had our first firewood delivery of the 2014-2015 winter season. Mostly oak, we believe.
And here is all the wood, resting in front of a neighbour’s garage, just after being dumped:
What to do, what to do? Obviously it needs to go into the garage. And so that’s exactly what Jan did, aided by our friend Judith (owner and operator of Le Thé Vert). Here they are in action:
So now it’s all settled. The wood is stacked neatly in the garage, a fire is going nicely as I write this, and we are all set for winter. (Including some very nice vacation plans, I must say.)
But I also hear you asking: What did you do personally to help with the firewood, other than taking a few photos?
Well, nothing actually. (Although I did participate in the coffee-drinking session that followed the log-lifting, along with Judith’s husband Paul. Oh — and I drove up to St. Cybranet to the bio [organic food] store, to get a few things for lunch.)
I’m still recovering from my back surgery earlier this year.
That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.