On cold winter days, we burn wood in our furnace. Don always has at least 4 cords of wood stacked as we go into the winter. A serious cold snap is forecasted for next week, and it appears that, for the first time, we'll go through the entire stack well before the winter's over. So we spent some time this afternoon adding to the woodpile. Don felled a dead tree, in exactly the right spot, and he cut it up while I dragged off the excess limbs and stacked wood. We've been doing this for years, and it feels like good teamwork, with Don as the master woodsman, and me, the woodsman's assistant, both wearing our Danner steel-toed boots. Next year, we'll have a bigger pile.
We weren't the only ones to be playing catch-up this winter. We don't see squirrels too often on cold snowy days like this, but there was one in the yard today, who thought that he'd put away plenty of acorns for the winter. This morning he was plowing under the snow for acorns.
He'd emerge, white capped, to eat his acorn, before diving down for the next one.
Next year, he'll have a bigger stash.
