I was faced with the difficult decision - clean windows and do housework - or go and work in the wood in the fresh, cold air.
I got to work on this lot, feeding the tangle of small branches and twigs into the shredder and ended up feeling like the miller's daughter in Rumpelstiltskin, because no matter how much I fed through, the piles never seemed to diminish!
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The hens were constantly underfoot - but I didn't mind really. They were just looking for insects - although I like to think they enjoy my company too.
When he'd finished with the chainsaw George got out the splitting axe and got this pile of wood ready for stacking.
These are the logs which we have prepared ready for next winter. Almost there!
Here is a version of the old Woodcutter's Poem - and it has proven to be pretty accurate and helpful.
Beechwood flames are bright and clear
if the logs be kept a year
Oaken logs burn steadily
If the wood be old and dry
Chestnut's only good they say
If long dry years it's laid away
But Ash when new or Ash when old
Is fit for a queen with a crown of gold.
|by Dorothy Tilson|
Birch and Fir they burn too fast
Blaze too bright and will not last
Build a fire of elder tree
Death within your house you'll see.
If you would bake the sweetest bread
Use Hawthorn, or so 'tis said
But Ash when green or Ash when brown
Will please a queen with a golden crown
Elm will burn like churchyard mould
Even the very flames are cold
Poplar gives a bitter smoke
Burns your eyes and makes you choke
Apple wood will scent your room
Pear wood smells of flowers in bloom.
But Ash when wet or Ash when dry
A queen may warm her slippers by.
I am happy to say that most of our logs are ash - so I'll be able to warm my slippers next winter.