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My wife is accusing me of being obsessed with our firewood.
First, there's identifying the trees to be taken down. This involves a multi-year plan, ongoing contemplation, and culminates each Summer in picking specific trees. Then there's cutting them down in late Fall, trying to have them land on the exact spot that I determine. Bucking them must be done to perfection, each piece just the right size, and the brush used properly for kindling or pushed together in graceful piles for the small critters. Splitting the chunks involves the balance of conformity of size mixed with some variety. Stacking is the crucial art to ensure full drying, as well as being able to look at those piles of well-balanced beauty. Of course, I keep a close watch on the piles during the year the wood is drying, making sure they retain their structure for my own pleasure and bragging rights. Finally, when the wood is blessed to be burned in the stove, one doesn't just grab an armload of wood. No, each piece is considered for its appropriateness in a mix based on season, temperature, who is in the house, and length of burn. And who doesn't spend intimate time with their wood stove? I've gotten to the point where I'm fairly confident I can adjust the dampers to the point where I can regulate the temp in the house within a degree or two.
I prefer to think of my behavior as "attentive to details."
First, there's identifying the trees to be taken down. This involves a multi-year plan, ongoing contemplation, and culminates each Summer in picking specific trees. Then there's cutting them down in late Fall, trying to have them land on the exact spot that I determine. Bucking them must be done to perfection, each piece just the right size, and the brush used properly for kindling or pushed together in graceful piles for the small critters. Splitting the chunks involves the balance of conformity of size mixed with some variety. Stacking is the crucial art to ensure full drying, as well as being able to look at those piles of well-balanced beauty. Of course, I keep a close watch on the piles during the year the wood is drying, making sure they retain their structure for my own pleasure and bragging rights. Finally, when the wood is blessed to be burned in the stove, one doesn't just grab an armload of wood. No, each piece is considered for its appropriateness in a mix based on season, temperature, who is in the house, and length of burn. And who doesn't spend intimate time with their wood stove? I've gotten to the point where I'm fairly confident I can adjust the dampers to the point where I can regulate the temp in the house within a degree or two.
I prefer to think of my behavior as "attentive to details."
