Splendid woodpile, Bell

I've been heating with wood since around 1972, when I bought my first stove, a Whole Earth Catalog approved Ashley, which was essentially a 55-gallon-drum with a thermostat. I've had a number of stoves since then, but one constant is that I'm always cutting and splitting wood... and I've never split enough to simply draw on my wood pile for an entire season. It probably won't happen this coming year either, and in all honesty, it probably won't happen in this lifetime. But on a hike today, I walked by a neighbor's trove and had to smile: at least somebody is getting it right. Would that this were mine—wood pile envy, indeed. (A note: I may be jealous, but this collection of next year's firewood is the result of a small team of workers... and a homemade motorized wood-splitter that can make a wrist-shattering task easy and efficient. I'm kind of envious of the machinery, too.)