A couple of years ago someone knocked on the door at an ungodly hour and asked if we wanted some firewood.
Of course we said yes.
And the farmer delivered quite a large load of firewood to our driveway.
And I made some muffins and took them around and said thank you.
Farmer clears his field, Heather keeps warm in winter, K doesn't have to go cart wood, farmer eats yummy baked goods- everyone is happy.
And I thought that was the end of it.
Periodically I will come home to find the carpark blocked.
Another delivery of wood.
We have room for four cars and (only!) three cars so it's no big deal.
And of course it's super to be given firewood for free.
Precut firewood hauled to your driveway to boot.
I will definitely be making some more baked goods as a thank you.
But I really, really wish our kind benefactor wouldn't always carefully pile the wood right on top of my garden....
Oh well, it's an incentive to get out there and move the wood round the back, hey?