Once upon a time there was a lovely and majestic pine tree who lived in New England. The pine tree had many friends who lost their leaves in the winter. The pine tree would remark to the naked oaks and maples about how silly they looked in winter without all the nice green clothing they would put on for the summer, but the humble hardwoods would only point to hearth.com forums and tell him how worthless he really was since many a post talked about how much creosote the pine would produce, and how little heat would come from his sappy wood. One day, one the the pine tree's children was picked up by a little girl on her camping trip across the country. The little pine cone sat patiently in it's place among the other items the little girl was collecting to remember her trip by. On her way back to colorado, one of the pine cone's seeds dropped onto the ground next to a babbling stream at the foot of a big mountain. The little seed nestled deep in the forest floor, and in spring began to grow.
Over the next 80 or 90 years, the little tree grew into a huge and majestic pine tree just like it's parent. One day during a fierce storm a huge bolt of lightening struck the tree causing it to fall over. The tree remembered just how it's parent would be teased about how useless it was as firewood and lamented over its fate of a long and painful time of decay on the forest floor. But here in Colorado, all the other trees were also pine and reassured the fallen tree that a nice person would soon be along with 30" Stihl saw to cut him up so that he could provide a full winter worth of heat for a family. And soon it was true. A nice man came alone with his saw, cut up the tree, split him into stove size chunks and heated his home for the whole winter with the humble pine tree, and the pine tree felt a great sense of pride in how it was able to do just as good a job of heating as the eastern hardwoods that had said it wasn't so.
Over the next 80 or 90 years, the little tree grew into a huge and majestic pine tree just like it's parent. One day during a fierce storm a huge bolt of lightening struck the tree causing it to fall over. The tree remembered just how it's parent would be teased about how useless it was as firewood and lamented over its fate of a long and painful time of decay on the forest floor. But here in Colorado, all the other trees were also pine and reassured the fallen tree that a nice person would soon be along with 30" Stihl saw to cut him up so that he could provide a full winter worth of heat for a family. And soon it was true. A nice man came alone with his saw, cut up the tree, split him into stove size chunks and heated his home for the whole winter with the humble pine tree, and the pine tree felt a great sense of pride in how it was able to do just as good a job of heating as the eastern hardwoods that had said it wasn't so.
