My husband had a conversation with a newcomer to the mountains the other day. The newcomer was commenting on the beauty of the place and how his wife loved her view. Since they were looking at chainsaws, the talk soon turned to cutting wood for the winter. The newcomer shared the enormous amount of wood he'd already cut and then said, "but my wife gave me specific directions about where the pile could be. She didn't want it to block her view, so I've put it behind an outbuilding." Joe then said to him, "Yes, my wife felt the same way when she first moved here. Two winters of hauling wood cured her of that notion." He's right. Here's my woodshed.
It's pretty far from my house, but in good weather I don't mind rolling the wheelbarrow out there to bring in a load. It's good exercise and the driveway makes it an easy trip. But in snow, the wheelbarrow doesn't roll as well. That's when I'm grateful for this stack.
As you can see, it's right beside the house; an easy distance to tote.
I'm fairly certain the newcomer's wife will one day appreciate a stack by the door, too.
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