The weather wasn’t particularly great this summer but it is certainly making up for it now.
However, it won’t be that long before the home fires are burning again so it was time to get the logs delivered and then, in 32 degrees, stack them all up in the garage.
My dad was visiting and got roped in as a labourer – well, he’s only 82. Mind you, the man who delivers them every year is 84. Must be the mountain air.
Stan thought he’d help out too