We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
A good friend left off this load of split Beech last weekend. I have to unload it, which is fine. An excellent gift. Beech is heavy as lead and as hard as nails, so hard that it destroyed saws so foresters left it alone until power saws came along.
All of the majestic old Beeches around here are dying of a bark fungus.
Thanks for reminding me that I have a ton or two of pine I need to go cut, split, and haul. A gift.
Fortunately there is a mechanical splitter at the site. I don't much enjoy splitting pine manually. Dang knots are tough - stop a splitting axe or mawl dead in its tracks and rattle an ol' guy's shoulders.
I'll need to wait for a good melt though. Not many of those happening so far this winter.
20 years ago, beech was mostly what I burned. Burned great, gave off good heat, burned a little faster than maple and oak, left a lot of ashes. Today you hardly see any beech trees or firewood. That fungus has pretty much wiped them out. Ash is now in danger.
I hope you have your hot water system tied in with your wood burning oven. Burn that wood. Be thankful you can be comfortable. Be not proud. Pride is like three or four ex-wives coming home to roost. Enough said, my dark, tanned, shell fish eating brother?