I’m still in the mode of refusing to put on pants, allowing a sense of righteousness to fuel my recalcitrant tendencies, feeling moderately secure in the knowledge that it’s still legitimately summer until September 21. The back burner stress that is a result of not enough cords in the woodshed will keep me warm, a low level hum that resonates a lack of felled trees in my fall. When visiting friends, I experience what must be known as ‘wood envy’, aka a lack of bucking, upon glimpsing satisfyingly stacked and terrifically tetris’d layers of insurance against the winter to come.
I feel the same way! Colby and I were just talking about being away for the next two weeks and HOW that’s going to play out for us getting wood considering that we’re totally bound by our need to go with someone else who has a truck. lol… :D happy wooding to you, my dear!