One of the neglected chores we've been meaning to get to is splitting firewood. As you may or may not know, we heat our home entirely with wood heat, so firewood is a critical aspect of getting ready for a long Idaho winter.
We have quite a pile of unsplit rounds in the driveway. Not enough to last the winter, of course, but it's a start. Over the summer we didn't need to heat the house; but with a nip in the air, it was time to get some wood split.
Sunday afternoon while the tankards were drying, we hauled out the wood splitter and fired it up. We often split by hand, but when we have a lot to split and not much time in which to do it, the log splitter is the way to go.
While I settled in to split wood, Don took some tools and repaired a fence where our snarky teenage calves were regularly getting out.
Some of the rounds were nearly two feet across, so we're thankful for the splitter which makes short work of them.
While I split, Younger Daughter started piling the wood on the front porch.
This is how much wood I split before I ran out of gas.
We were racing an incoming squall. The squall won.
It poured. Hard.
I managed to get a plastic crate over the splitter's engine, but that was it. No worries, the wood will dry.
This afternoon, with our busy season officially over, Older Daughter loaded the wood into the wheelbarrow...
...and carted it to the porch.
I stacked it up...
...with overflow on the other side of the door (kindling is the pile on the right).
This wood will only last us about a month or so, assuming the weather gets chilly enough to keep the stove going most of the day. We have a lot more wood hauling to do!