08/08/2026
Oftentimes, things are a struggle right before they end. Last year I had such a hard time getting firewood split and stacked. Then the woodstove became troublesome. This month it will be removed from the farmhouse altogether and sold for parts.
A friend bought our stock of firewood and has been picking up truckloads for the past couple days. By Sunday it will be gone, too. The end of an era, for sure. No more woodpile outside the kitchen window to be seen, walked around, mowed around.
A welcomed end. Burning wood for heat is nostalgic and romantic and also back- breaking and filthy. Trekking wood into the farmhouse several times daily during ice season with spikes on my boots becomes less romantic with age.
The stove pipe will remain intact in the off chance I change my mind or perhaps convert to a propane stove. This winter will be an interesting one using only electric heat…
