I’ve given up my long struggle to hire somebody to stack the firewood, so Maria doesn’t have to do it. She does so much around here.

She loves it, and it’s up to her, not me.  I like being around strong women, but it means I have to listen and respect what they want to do and do.

After all, I am quite fortunate to have a wife who loves to stack firewood. The two cords arrived a couple of days ago; we are letting them dry out. They’ll be stacked in a few weeks.

I’ll keep taking my pictures as the pile shrinks. I get tired just looking at it.