The end is near!

The final cut! And we still have all our fingers, our jeans aren’t torn, we’re not bleeding, no bruises, no scrapes — but one finger of one glove has been worn through from handling the rough rounds of oak for lo these many days. We’re not going to lift these last log pieces onto the splitter either. Instead we’re going to tow it over, stand it up, and do some vertical ground-level work for a change.

Overall we’re pleased. This one tree will fill the wood shed with probably a winter’s worth of good solid oak.