firewood

In my childhood neighbourhood (sidebar: we moved three times without leaving that neighbourhood), we had a really nice neighbour, Mr. Swan. He lived next door -kind of; I grew up in a rural area, and "next door" meant at least a kilometer away. A tree blew over on his property, and he donated it to us because our house was heated by a wood stove.

It was a lot of work to chop up the tree. Fortunately, my father got his kids to do it.

It was a cottonwood tree. Total crap firewood. Call us when a cedar tree blows over.