We bought firewood over the weekend. Scads of firewood. More than a trunkload. To be precise, we bought a cubic yard of firewood. We didn’t think it was that much. Less than half a cord, however much that is. But then the nursery guys brought over a bobcat-load of wood. This kind of bobcat:
Not this kind:
But can you imagine a trunkload of baby bobcats? Just this one makes my heart hurt. I want to take one home.
I still don’t know how much a cubic yard of firewood is because I don’t think those nursery guys were really measuring. They brought giant shovels full of firewood over to the car and started loading. And kept loading. And loading. We had to put half the backseat down to hold all of it. I think we’re set for the winter, even if we have two more giant snowstorms.
We got all the wood home and stacked on the deck. It looks like even MORE than was in the car. Maybe it multiplied. Firewood = rabbits. Baby firewood = kindling.