Between the new garage and the power company's efforts out on the street, I think I have enough logs for firewood this winter. I began processing them full time a few days ago. By dinner time, I have been too banged up and sore to have much of an appetite, but it is a different story in the morning. Today, I returned to my true north.
The hardest ones are the ones so big around, that even after cutting they are too big to lift and must be processed and maneuvered by bending down low, my nemesis.
HC
