A rabbit has made a cozy winter home inside a mammoth wood pile behind our house. It should entertain no concern of needing to move its family anytime soon, as is required of a field mouse named Mrs. Frisby when Mr. Fitzgibbon's plow is destined to destroy her home in one of my favorite children's books, Mrs. Frisby and the Rats of NIMH. No, we shall not totally deplete the pile, as we have two additional piles of equal size, all acquired when the local power company felled trees that were threatening to cause outages to our property's power lines. A gas powered log splitter makes quick work of turning logs into firewood.
When our old, rusty pickup box trailer is filled with firewood, we stop.
Until that day when the firewood we have cut has served its purpose. It is then that we start anew.