Every weekend we cut logs and split them for firewood this winter. The logging company that is cleaning up our woods, piles logs that can’t be turned into boards. We put up a building next to the outdoor furnace where we stack the cordwood to finish drying. The end of the furnace is built right in, so this winter we won’t be stuck in the snow when filling the stove. It’s going to be a pretty nice setup that will be appreciated.
There is no appreciation right now.
My poor children do not understand the importance of stacking wood. I tried to explain to them that this wood heats us three times: Once when we cut it, once when we stack it, and once when we burn it. They were not amused.
“Why can’t we pay someone to come do the wood for us?”
“I’m so tired.”
“Can I have a rest? How about now?”
My husband and I remain strong against the sadness, and force the kids to carry cordwood to the building and stack it properly. I remember when I was a child and we would stack wood. It seemed like much more work, and everyone was so cranky-oh, wait.
It could be worse. When I lived in the cabin, there was no gas powered wood splitter either. I used a splitting maul. I would tie the trees to the dog and we would pull them over the snow to the cabin. I cut wood with a saw, and split it on the deck of the cabin, while the snow piled up around me. It was a very zen chore.
The funny thing is, when we start doing wood, everyone is either crying, whining and stomping, or lecturing my husband and I on how the younger kids won’t be doing enough. So the first 30 minutes or so is sort of revving them up. After that, the kids figure that this isn’t a bad dream, and find ways to entertain themselves. It really goes fast once everyone gets into the groove. I think every family should have family chores. It’s bonds the kids like nothing else, and even the most reluctant see the value in working together to make something easier to manage.
Finally, check out this cool place we went to yesterday afternoon. It’s called Reversing Falls, because when the tide comes in the water actually goes backwards? I’m not too clear about what the deal is. It was just beautiful.