I know wood and woodpiles is a bit of a recurring theme here but hey it's a blog of my life and wood and woodpiles are a bit of a recurring theme in my life so there you have it.
Anyway, we have been very lucky to have never had to pay for firewood and for the most part not even have to go and get it- it just turns up in the driveway while I'm out.
I truly am grateful for this and whenever possible (when I know who the donor is) I always make something to say thank you but it's not always obvious where the wood comes from....
Anyway, at the moment it's apple pruning season and riverside wood clearing season and we are just inundated with wood.
The carpark that should be able to comfortably park four cars across is fitting three at a squeeze:
And yes, that pile of sawdust and stray wood? That's my poor long-suffering front garden. Sigh.... poor garden....
K and I spent the weekend and then the Wednesday holiday hauling, cutting, splitting and stacking wood and have now run out of space in any of the five woodpiles we have made....
What to do, what to do? We shifted some kindling around and made another space for more wood and decided that if we added another layer of wood on all the other piles as well we might, might, just get all that wood stored.
K's other idea was to just burn the fire year round.
That sounds a little uncomfortable mid-summer....
We finished up in the rain around 4:00 on the holiday afternoon.
Stretching out our sore muscles and congratulating ourselves on a job pretty well done when the phone rang.
'Is this the Fukase who works at XY company in Azusagawa?'
'Yes. Just a moment and I'll get him.'
K is not very good at answering his mobile. In fact I'd say he's pretty bloody shocking at answering his mobile. Which is a misnomer in itself as he never has it on him.
Anyway, I was worried someone from K's work had been trying to contact him all day and finally looked up our phone number to get him.
No such luck.
It was the grandfather of a girl in Meg's year at school who had heard from his friend/ relative in our neighbourhood that we had a wood stove and took people's wood. He knew our name via Meg and K's work through the neighbour and had looked us up in the book and wanted K to come and get a plum tree worth of wood.
K said yes.
(Of course. He'd give you a freaking kidney if you asked nicely enough.)
And so there is now a pile of wood in our driveway.
Make it stop!
(Just until next Autumn of course!)