I stood in my garage last Tuesday. It was freezing cold. I looked at a huge pile of oak logs […]

I spent another long afternoon in the woodlot last week. I had a few dead ash trees to drop and

I stood in the aisle of my local power equipment shop for nearly an hour. It was late October, and

I remember the specific Tuesday it hit me. I was standing in my back lot, breath fogging in the cold

I needed a new chainsaw last fall. The air was getting cold. My wood pile was too small. I had