Little by little, hubby Neil is starting to make a dent in our pile of wood for the wood stove. The wood cutters dumped six ricks of wood in our yard sometime before Christmas. Trouble is--the wood shed is on the other side of the yard. The wood cutter guys' truck was too high to drive it under this big, low hanging Mulberry tree limb. So Neil loads up his wheelbarrow, carts the wood over to the wood shed, stacks it, then starts all over again. He just might have it done by Spring.
