I love a woodpile! For a lot of reasons, I guess. I like how it fits together, I like the neatness of it, I like that someone took a mess of logs and gave them order, and I like the promise of warmth in the winter. Corey likes a woodpile, too. I'm not sure what his favorite part is, but I do know that he seems to enjoy the work of cutting and splitting the wood. And for that I am grateful.
Both of these woodpiles are thanks to Corey.