Payoff

About a year ago, we got hit with a whopper of an ice storm. We live in the middle of the forest, and the loud cracks as the branches were torn off the trees, and the tops ripped out of the trees, and the tree trunks snapping - it sounded like we were in a war zone. We had something like 40 trees fall across our driveway. We spent the entire day just cutting the trees up and clearing the driveway so we could get out into the world beyond. Then I spent more time helping clear the road into town.

Later, I went back and bucked those cut down and cut up trees into reasonable lengths, and Greg and I hauled some of the wood to the woodpile near the house.

Today, I lit a fire in the fireplace, the first one that's used the firewood salvaged from the ice storm damage. After all that work, it was nice to have the cheerful fire.