The month of Swainson’s Thrush song, which some call June, is now past. We heard their last concert on 2 July, and the next day dragonflies and daisies became the warm-weather theme. And by warm I mean for this year, which has been rather cool. We’re finally getting days into the 70s. It sure beats the heat and wildfire smoke that we get too often at this time of year. Having to light fires in the wood stove in June is not as joyful as in winter, but with $5.99/gal. fuel oil it’s flame on, Johnny.

Late last fall I practically strained my arm patting myself on the back for getting all the wood I had diced up in the woods over the summer stacked out there. I’ve been beavering away getting this year’s wood split and stacked in the wood shed, and as it fills up I am only just getting the Boombah Haulage Company up and running again. This involves hauling wood out of the woods on my back from those scattered stacks and re-stacking it near the wood shed for next summer’s splitting and stacking. It’s therapeutic, I keep reminding myself in the evenings when I am stiff as a board. That stiffness goes away by the next morning, so the guy is just a whiner. Anyway, the wood I haul now is for next winter.

I like to start out each Haulage season with the biggest pieces that are the farthest away. Then it seems to get easier as I go along. This year there were some real base-of-the-tree monsters that just about broke the equipment. I cut up trees into 16-inch pieces from the base, and when they get thin enough to carry one longer piece I go to four-footers to make carrying more efficient.

When that far stack was gone and only the four-footers remained, I glanced over the little slope and saw a lone four-footer that had escaped the fall roundup. When I got there, though, even further over the slope I could see that the low-bid contractor I’d had working for the Haulage Company (the one with the strained arm from back patting) had missed two whole trees lying there diced up and had not stacked them. We call this situation “The squirrel lost his nuts.”

So I’ve started remedying the lost nuts problem with long hauls: 10.5-minute round trips. Doing that for an hour a day might also be therapeutic. I’ll get back to you on that. Right now I need to stop my wandering eyes from identifying new wood that far out.

And that’s the season’s report. The wood shed is nearly full with this coming winter’s wood, and next winter’s wood is slowly making its way home.