This is what eight cords of wood look like when delivered. Every day the weather permits, Paul spends part of the day in the wood lot, cutting and splitting.

Old Blue, limping along with a failing clutch, is Paul’s trusty steed on this project. Many of the log pieces are so big that there’s no way Paul can lift them.

Progress has been made, but there is more work to go. Sadly, this pile that was easily accessible last weekend sits under the better part of a foot of snow today. However, it sounds as if rain may steal our white Christmas. The silver lining is being able to work the woodpile again.