For months I’ve been dreaming of the perfect “last tree,” which would provide us with the last firewood to be harvested before winter.
This tree would need to be fairly large, to top off the growing pile of winter firewood in the wood shed. It would also need to be dry—possibly the driest firewood I would find this year. Last added to the pile becomes first burned; it needs to be as dry, if not drier, than all the other wood, some of which sat in the wind and sun most of the summer.
Last Wednesday, I found that perfect last tree. How? A little bird told me.
It’s DONE! (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
