I also bought a woodsplitter this year, and it’s probably one of the greatest things I’ve ever bought in my life. Nothing against my industrious and hardworking husband, who has been uncharacteristically stubborn about his insistence on splitting wood by hand. That’s all fine and good, when you have the time for that kind of crap. Normally Larry skids the logs out, we stage them, he cuts them into lengths, then splits, and I stack. My point was, I could be splitting the wood myself, saving him lots of effort and time so he could concentrate on other things, and I wouldn’t have to be waiting for him to split a huge pile of logs to get the job done. I had been making this argument for the last couple of years, to no avail. This summer our friend Bob bought a splitter and showed it to us at his camp, extolling its virtues. I told Bob my quandary with my husband and his good friend. Out of the blue Bob brought the splitter over to our house and left it with us for a few weeks. Sheer brilliance. I had a field day with it and it didn’t take long to sell Larry on the idea. Within a week of Bob picking his splitter up, I bought ours, a good used model. Another excellent, hard-working piece of equipment.
So we continue to move forward towards self-sufficiency (of sorts). It’s satisfying to look back at the end of each year and see what we’ve accomplished. We’ve also done other things like get the gardens going, I built an adorable little “pioneer fence” in the front yard and did some perennial planting, Larry built a bridge out back for the tractor to cross the stream, and we fine tuned the pasture fencing. We put a gate in next to the barn, acquired and rehabbed a 16’ utility trailer, and did some major hauling with it. Out of sheer necessity, I managed to back the truck and trailer away from the barn and all the way out to the road, then backed the trailer into its storage spot (despite Larry’s attempts at coaching me on this whole process, in the end I had to do it my own and by myself, and I was pleased as punch when, 20 minutes later, I had successfully navigated about 70 feet of truck and trailer backwards down a path lined with trees and rocks, then back it back up the same path and got the trailer in its spot between two trees and a pile of rocks. Talk about empowering!).
I can only imagine what the winter brings.