Just when I thought I had spent enough time tweaking what needs to be done regarding wood piles and hh's I spent some time reading posts on the forum and wonder......geeee maybe I better go out and see how things are by the wood.....again.
Got Wood said:I love my "woodland"! My back yard backs up to a wooded lot so I dont have to worry about what the nieghbors think, well one nieghbor does see the stacks but they have no issues.... their young kids ask the parents all the time, "what wrong with Mr. XXX, he is always out there even in the rain, doesnt he have enough wood yet?". I like designing my woodland expansion, more stacks, and figuring out the best way to set it up so I can get to the wood when it comes time to burn. It has become a maze. Just the other day I laid our another section with pallets so its ready to be filled. I should give tours.
Woodland is my escape, I have come to treasure it.
Woodsman_WI said:I love looking at my piles...I do it daily! I don't like burning it either because I know what it took to get it there... When I look back though, it does not seem like it was that much work. I started this year with 2 cords c/s/s and now I have 10+ cords c/s/s. Its a pretty cool feeling. Some friends are just getting in to it and the awe they have in their eyes when they see it all stacked up... its worth every ounce of sweat.
I look forward to that first fire from April on!
mike1234 said:The neighbors call you "Mr XXX"? Are you a spy? or secret agent? or being XXX a porno actor? I hear the answer now.... "I could tell you but....
Got Wood said:I love my "woodland"! My back yard backs up to a wooded lot so I dont have to worry about what the nieghbors think, well one nieghbor does see the stacks but they have no issues.... their young kids ask the parents all the time, "what wrong with Mr. XXX, he is always out there even in the rain, doesnt he have enough wood yet?". I like designing my woodland expansion, more stacks, and figuring out the best way to set it up so I can get to the wood when it comes time to burn. It has become a maze. Just the other day I laid our another section with pallets so its ready to be filled. I should give tours.
Woodland is my escape, I have come to treasure it.
lexybird said:these same folks would not criticize you if you had an extra capacity propane or fuel oil tank added in the back yard
it comes down to jelousy ,they dont like the idea you have free heat for next several seasons just waiting to be used ,meanwhile they are stuck paying
untold thousands in fossil fuels to some conglomerate company that they despise only to be in a sweatshirt at 68 degrees.
I think it's something like petting the dog.Saying "good boy"dreezon said:Woodsman_WI said:I love looking at my piles...I do it daily! I don't like burning it either because I know what it took to get it there... When I look back though, it does not seem like it was that much work. I started this year with 2 cords c/s/s and now I have 10+ cords c/s/s. Its a pretty cool feeling. Some friends are just getting in to it and the awe they have in their eyes when they see it all stacked up... its worth every ounce of sweat.
I look forward to that first fire from April on!
There is a certain comfort in knowing we're not alone. I honestly felt kind of ashamed for going out and looking at my wood stacks so much, like it was the action of a pathetic, mentally ill man. My neighbors stopped asking after six or eight truck loads, but my wife still lovingly mocks me for going out and looking at it. Does anyone else run their hands over the ends as though you can discover the moisture content that way?
wildbillx8 said:I also find comfort in my woodpiles. i hate the thought of burning them because i know what its going to take to replace them.
I love looking at my piles too but I love burning it even more. The pleasure in seeing it is anticipating the pleasure burning it. If not for burning, it would just be a constant reminder of work.Woodsman_WI said:I love looking at my piles...I do it daily! I don't like burning it either because I know what it took to get it there...
Comfort in my woodpile.
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