There's no ban on burning here, which is good since many people rely totally on wood for their heat and it's a lot colder here in the winter than in SoCal.
I don't know why we need such a stockpile, but I guess if we have room, why the heck not?
The first year we were here we applied for a forest cutting permit, but never used it since we had plenty of down and dead wood on our place.
|Our place when we first moved in, pre wood piles|
Still, we've found plenty of dead trees that need cutting up and since Tom is up to the task, he cuts them up, hauls them home and we have free heating. You can't beat that.
Last year Tom and Z cut down this tree because it was diseased. When Z came for this year's Thanksgiving visit, they planned to cut it up, but the chainsaw was out of commission so Z dodged the wood cutting bullet.
The chainsaw is back in action now, so here's Tom doing his logger duties. When he cuts wood, Ms. P and I go along, too, in case events were to go terribly wrong. The helmet keeps his face safe from flying bits and has built in ear protectors. I like his woodcutter chaps, don't you?
Ms. Pearl and I aren't totally useless, though. I helped lift those logs into the Ranger.
Off in the distance look closely and there are The Lazy Boyz, Roman and Buffalo, soaking up the sun, well fed and content.
Tomorrow, something quilty!