Thursday 2 December 2010

Woodpile



Here's what's keeping our toes warm - a mix of oak, ash, silver birch and mystery logs, stacked higgledy-piggledy because the pile collapsed last week and we threw it all back into the store just before the snow came.

We've gathered our wood from all over, so fallen trees from riversides, gardens and woodland are turning to ash here in my stove. When it's cool, I'll spread the ash under the new apple trees and next summer we'll be eating Reverend Wilkes and James Grieve nourished by all those old trees. One day our apples trees will die too and maybe someone else will cut them down, chop them into logs and split them, and pile them up ready to burn.

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