While in graduate school, my across the street neighbor was a tree surgeon and he knew I enjoyed splitting wood to clear my mind. Every term during exam week, he'd drop off a load of logs for me, something really appreciated.The cutting starts next week and while it's hard work cutting and splitting (by hand) it's my kind of therapy. Happy New Year!
I especially enjoyed splitting locust on a very cold morning. Slamming down the axe correctly on that long- grained wood would yield perfect splits, while singing "I'm a lumberjack & I'm OK..."