Monthly Archives: February 2018

Mooschief

“I don’t feel like working today. Maybe I’ll write a blog post about moose and snow.”

Rose says “I think you might have done that one already.”

“Well, how about one on snow and moose?”

“That’s really turning it on its head.”

Anyway, stop reading now if you think you’ve heard this before.
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The Quasimodo Pile Goes Down—Son of a Birch!

I’ve been taking advantage of our cold weather to split the most ugly, cantankerous, gnarly, and twisted pieces of wood that you can imagine.

Boy, have there been some tough ones. I wrote about the glory of winning in battle over these mean, twisted, miserable chunks of firewood last winter. It’s still one of the truly wonderful parts of our -30 to -40 F cold snaps. The added brittleness of the wood usually makes these stubborn pieces of firewood split fairly easily.

But this year I have one tree that is just killing me. Every damned piece of this thing has been a fight.
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