Oh standing dead, you warm my bones. I fell you today and burn you tonight, whether oak, elm or eastern white pine.
Although not quite as nice as three year red oak, you'll do the trick for now and keep me from going (more) broke.
I'll ignore the rot and the termites that awoke when you fell; keep them outside until ready to load into a burning hell.
Ok, I'm way too bored. Or maybe it's the fact that it's 80 in the living room making me feel odd. But after bucking and splitting a few more standing dead, I'll say this: three year old oak it isn't. But it's a damn sight dryer than the two year old rounds that my neighbor splits the week before burning season. He offered me some to get through the winter. After picking up a few splits that weighed a ton... I'll pass.
Although not quite as nice as three year red oak, you'll do the trick for now and keep me from going (more) broke.
I'll ignore the rot and the termites that awoke when you fell; keep them outside until ready to load into a burning hell.
Ok, I'm way too bored. Or maybe it's the fact that it's 80 in the living room making me feel odd. But after bucking and splitting a few more standing dead, I'll say this: three year old oak it isn't. But it's a damn sight dryer than the two year old rounds that my neighbor splits the week before burning season. He offered me some to get through the winter. After picking up a few splits that weighed a ton... I'll pass.
