Fire Wood

                I have come to appreciate when people do seemingly normal things exceptionally well. Liz’s dad is a craftsman when it comes to wood working. In this case it was interesting to see the care taken in splitting, stacking and organizing firewood in the wood shed he built by hand. The rows are properly stacked and dated. The moisture content of the wood is carefully considered before making its way into the fireplace. It is a skill of which I have yet to hone and can attest to with my black, barely hanging on thumbnail. Sitting in front of the crackling fire and listening to the Lake Superior waves crash onto the beach is a payoff that is well worth it... quite possibly because it wasn’t me that split all of the wood, but appreciated nonetheless.