The firewood problem has been solved for awhile. I went out to an old olive orchard, one that had been cut down about two years ago. Only the stumps of the olive trees remain, along with a pile of limbs between the stumps. It was easy to simply pick these up and drop them into the truck and the trailer. We had them both filled in less than 30 minutes.
(I need to remember to take my camera with me. There were photo opportunities everywhere. No, not lovely scenic shots, but great images of an abandoned orchard under cloudy skies. Twisted limbs and soft shadows across a rural landscape. An old wooden shed with an ancient crawler tractor parked just inside; grass growing all around it.)
The olive wood is new to me. It’s quite ugly; blackened by exposure to a few winters. It’s twisted and bent. And it’s extremely dense; heavy, even after two summers of drying. The cutting is going to be a chore. I cut a few pieces yesterday and sparks were flying from the chain saw when it bit into the core of this wood. Then I put those pieces into the woodstove and they burned for a very long time; much longer than anything else I have burned.
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