That’s funny. I do like that feeling however my OCD kicks in and says “get this stacked!” On Saturday I split for a couple hours. Had the big pile going and thought yeaaa that’s a lot. Then stacked that afternoon and realized it wasn’t that much haha.I love all of it, bit seeing the wood stacked after it's split kind of feels too final to me, sort of like a funeral. The work is done and it's time to enjoy it, but I don't really feel it.
I love the excitement of finding another tree to cut, watching the saw drop through the wood, the rounds rolling, loading the truck until I can't fit another piece, the loaded drive home (that's one of my favorites), unloading isn't that much fun yet, and then hearing the crackle when the wood splits open. I love making a big pile of splits, but we have started stacking right off the splitter now and that works very well Because you don't have to go back and stack it later. Watching the rows grow as it is stacked up is different. I don't know what it is, but it's almost surreal, the one part I don't really feel. I don't know why that is. Maybe because I know it's getting stacked only to be burned up. I'm not sure. It feels good to have wood stashed, but I think I like seeing a big pile vs stacks, at least for the feeling of "look what we got done". Is anyone else that way?
Absolutely! Winter in the woods is the best season.I enjoy just getting out in the woods. Will take that over anything.
I love the exercise as well! The mental side is fascinating to me. I look outside at my stacks every morning sipping coffee and think “ok I have 5 cords in the shed, 4 cords stacked and drying, about 2 cords of rounds and I have a dozen trees that I can think of that need to be dropped.” I feel like every morning I do math in my head to keep planning a head. My wife thinks I’m nuts but there’s nothing her and the kids love more in winter then the wood stove!The exercise....both physical and mental. Whether its the pleasant calm of the mind or the slight burn in the muscles. Being a part of nature is what I love.
Yes....I find when I'm i n the bush i often reflect on how many of my kin have been in the same situation (chopping firewood) and think of the reasons they were cutting wood and their lifestyle. It seems to really ring loud that I like trying to slow life to more simple requirements like them. And how "hard" work is essential. Sometimes it drifts to wanting to experience life 100+ years ago where survival is the ONLY focus. For some reason I find it all very natural and calming. Family is important to me.I love the exercise as well! The mental side is fascinating to me. I look outside at my stacks every morning sipping coffee and think “ok I have 5 cords in the shed, 4 cords stacked and drying, about 2 cords of rounds and I have a dozen trees that I can think of that need to be dropped.” I feel like every morning I do math in my head to keep planning a head. My wife thinks I’m nuts but there’s nothing her and the kids love more in winter then the wood stove!
That's astute. My neighbor has a stack of bucked logs he told me to take but I preferred to cut my own.And let's not forget there is a giant slice of "hunter/gatherer" that is undeniably extremely satisfying
That's astute. My neighbor has a stack of bucked logs he told me to take but I preferred to cut my own.
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