Firewood wheelbarrowing - ah yes, I remember it well from 25 years in a stone-built farmhouse with a well-spring in the cellar (for washing butter) in the wilds of Wales. Sure beats a work-out at the gym.
Hurrah to being within “shooting distance” of your financial target. In my twenties/early thirties, I heated our living space with a two-door (ambience when opened) Fischer air tight wood stove. In north Florida. Why? Sixteen foot ceilings, zero insulation, a scad of old single pane double hung windows about six feet tall and lacking weatherstripping. So for eight years I managed by felling trees, cutting them to length, and splitting log chunks into manageable sizes. A temporary shelter kept the worst of the rain off the wood. I cooked atop the stove and kept my coffee warm. That it wasn’t seamless was the exact state that I cherished.
All the best to you as you move forward with your plans.
It's the entanglements, and the edges, that make life interesting -- and that's where we're going with the new project! Looking at that in some new ways, and writing about people who are writing about entanglement ...
Looking forward to hearing about what comes next!
Firewood doesn’t just heat you twice. It heats you three or four times.
Memories of the year Chuck's Christmas present to me was the log offcuts from your guest cabin, and an axe. Sigh.
Such a romantic.
I love reading about your life. 💚
Oh than you! It's been a project ...
Firewood wheelbarrowing - ah yes, I remember it well from 25 years in a stone-built farmhouse with a well-spring in the cellar (for washing butter) in the wilds of Wales. Sure beats a work-out at the gym.
My partner sold a house here in town a couple of years back that had been the dairy -- it too had a spring-fed trough in the basement!
congratulations and a very happy new year too and yours!
You too Karen! I hope you're spending it with all those gorgeous grown-up kids!
Cheers to nearly-there! ✨
It feels like being a kid when you'd do that "go faster" rocking motion in the backseat of the station wagon! Are we THERE yet?
Hurrah to being within “shooting distance” of your financial target. In my twenties/early thirties, I heated our living space with a two-door (ambience when opened) Fischer air tight wood stove. In north Florida. Why? Sixteen foot ceilings, zero insulation, a scad of old single pane double hung windows about six feet tall and lacking weatherstripping. So for eight years I managed by felling trees, cutting them to length, and splitting log chunks into manageable sizes. A temporary shelter kept the worst of the rain off the wood. I cooked atop the stove and kept my coffee warm. That it wasn’t seamless was the exact state that I cherished.
All the best to you as you move forward with your plans.
It's the entanglements, and the edges, that make life interesting -- and that's where we're going with the new project! Looking at that in some new ways, and writing about people who are writing about entanglement ...