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Finished!

I am most delighted to report that all the wood is stacked. It’s not the tidiest job of stacking, but the wood *is* stacked and I don’t have to think about that job again until next year. As always, I gain a tremendous sense of security looking out the door at my enormous woodpile. That’s my winter comfort. The stacks are over 5 feet high, so it’s hard to say exactly how much wood is out there, but I think it’ll be enough. There’s quite a lot more than I had last year, which lasted until the first week of March.

While I dug around the tag end of the pile in the driveway, extracting the last pieces of burnable wood, a scurrying furry critter caught my eye—the sleekest dark charcoal gray mole. It was desperately trying to find cover beneath pieces of wood bark. I chased the little thing all over the place, trying to scoop it up in my gloved hands to move it somewhere where I wouldn’t end up stepping on it. It squeaked at me and kept running and I kept chasing until I finally realized I was never going to catch it. I didn’t know moles were that fast. I have no idea where it ended up hiding. Not sure where it came from—perhaps along with the load of wood. It’s not the best tenant to have, but killing it was simply out of the question. This is where my soft heart and common sense collide.

Posted on 09/18/06 at 12:49 PM
 




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