This is the wood pile I have been pulling from most of the year. The wood is not in great condition, but it still burns. I have completely unloaded three ricks between October and now; I expect I pull down one more before our fire season is done.
This is the other woodshed with the well seasoned oak. I almost loathe burning it now - even the remaining ones by the house - because I know it will be some long years before we see this kind of wood - and the fact that it will all have to come from me at this point.
These are the piles of wood ready to split - they were ready to be split in Spring of last year, but my father had started to slow down because of shoulder issues even then. And this does not account for the trees fallen by the local power company to protect the lines which are still around the property. I think I could easily collect enough wood for the next 10 years - if I had more places to store it and I have the time to cut it.
I have some vacation coming. Maybe I will split wood.
This was the end result - Not a lot of wood, but enough for me over the next two weeks.
There is something satisfying about stacking wood - even when, in this case, the main reason for stacking it is gone.