I'll admit, when I was a young urchin that didn't have to pay the bills, cutting wood was tedious, but no more so than any of the other chores around the farm.
As life went on, and I got jobs, cutting got to be a lot higher up the list of things I enjoyed. A bad day in the woods is still a day spent outside enjoying God's work. Some will think me nuts, but there are few places in the world prettier than a stand of Wisconsin hardwoods on a cold winter day with a fresh coat of snow on the ground.
Cutting is of course the favorite, and the meaner the wood gets, the more fun splitting is. If the splitter doesn't groan a little, it's no challenge. I don't particularly care for stacking, but a nice neat stack is appreciated a lot more once it's done. Hauling wood down to my basement is a pain (usually literally), but it's needed excersise, and is greatly appreciated when its -30 and I don't have to go outside for wood.
***The only difference between men and boys is the size of their toys!!!***