Gradually the firewood pile is shrinking. Terry, myself and our son worked all day Saturday, ending just before dark—in that time called gloaming.
Thankfully, I was able to get all our corn froze for the winter, before we headed out to do the wood…I would have been too tired to do it at the end of the day.
Terry and Evan cut (Evan gets half and we take half) and I loaded everything in the back of the pick-up trucks
Your friend on a western Colorado farm,