Fellas, I'm in a good mood and ready for fall.
My novice cliched beginnings...last year around this time I went out and bought a Hearthstone Shelburne thinking, "hey, now I've got my stove, I'll buy some wood in October, then a winter full of movie watching and book reading by a toasty fire."
Two craigslist scams later, I had a cord full green wood and a stove that I thought was junky because "it" wouldn't keep the wood burning and never heated up above 400. Long story short, it became a rough season of running back and forth to Tractor Supply and loading up my new baby with Eco Bricks while desperately calling every tree-service in the yellow pages in hopes of finding truly seasoned wood. We all know how that ended.
I'm armed and ready for round two with a cord of nicely dried out pecan wood, and I just scored a HUGE find for future seasons...$200 hardwood cords delivered and stacked by a farm manager who supplies several of the local wood-burning pizza oven restaurants. He just made his first delivery yesterday and I couldn't be happier.
The next 90 days staring at all this wood will be a tantric experience. Literally, my day isn't complete unless I spend a few minutes talking to my pecan. Burn on, gents.
My novice cliched beginnings...last year around this time I went out and bought a Hearthstone Shelburne thinking, "hey, now I've got my stove, I'll buy some wood in October, then a winter full of movie watching and book reading by a toasty fire."
Two craigslist scams later, I had a cord full green wood and a stove that I thought was junky because "it" wouldn't keep the wood burning and never heated up above 400. Long story short, it became a rough season of running back and forth to Tractor Supply and loading up my new baby with Eco Bricks while desperately calling every tree-service in the yellow pages in hopes of finding truly seasoned wood. We all know how that ended.
I'm armed and ready for round two with a cord of nicely dried out pecan wood, and I just scored a HUGE find for future seasons...$200 hardwood cords delivered and stacked by a farm manager who supplies several of the local wood-burning pizza oven restaurants. He just made his first delivery yesterday and I couldn't be happier.
The next 90 days staring at all this wood will be a tantric experience. Literally, my day isn't complete unless I spend a few minutes talking to my pecan. Burn on, gents.