Here's the only site of backyard activity this past weekend: where the wood is chopped.
Despite our 21st-century suburban setting, this part of our lifestyle sometimes seems reminiscent of existence in another time and place. We are always on the look-out for logs. What some people consider tree removal problems, we consider a cold weather opportunity. Relatives have been known to come bearing timber in their back of their cars and pick-up trucks. My husband splits enough wood to see us through a winter's worth of weekend evening fires. This little stack represents a few hours of wood chopping. What's nicer than a fire on a winter night? Okay, you're right, a fire with a book to read by it . . . and a choice libation.