Today we had our winter wood delivered to our solar woodshed in Maltby. Each year, Bruce stops by in August with a cord and a half of wood (that's exactly how much our solar woodshed holds), and with the help of his two sons, they throw the wood in a huge pile for us to sort and stack when we have time.
On such a beautiful, warm summer evening, you could smell the various types of wood and their sweet aroma co-mingled. It was a lovely scent, bringing to mind autumn bonfires, falling leaves, and trips to Bob's Corn Maze.
Now it's time to have our Sweet Home woodstove inspected and cleaned in preparation for another fall and winter in Maltby. The wood is waiting, and we are ready for another iteration of The Slow Life.
No comments:
Post a Comment