A cord of wood

In the last post I mentioned having a cord of wood delivered. What a great day that was! There is something so primal about stacking wood. I love it and the word 'cord'. Oddly fun.There's something, too, about things in bulk like this. I think I love things in bulk.

Lucy helped a lot. She was interested when the big truck came down our driveway, beeping the whole way, and then dumped a big 'messy' pile of logs there.
But soon she was really into it, even helping us stack.

And here she is with the finished woodpile.

And now she asks us all the time to have a fire in our fireplace---even when it's 60 degrees. A daughter after my own heart. Does me and my Girl Scout soul proud.