I certainly remember those days.

We were lucky back in Virginia. Our acreage was covered in hardwood, and we cut the deadfall every fall and spring in the cooler weather to avoid snakes. We usually cut and split about a cord and a half to cure for the coming winter. It got stacked on one side of the 12x12 woodshed. Wood from the previous year's work, dried and waiting for the current year would be on the other wall.
A family friend of Miss Tina's had a Black Angus cattle farm about ten miles away. Tina had known the owner since she was a little girl, and we were one of the few non-family members with permission to fish the five ponds on the five hundred acres. He told us to feel free and cut any deadfall that we saw. A win/win for both.
The woodstove we had heated the house so well, we often cracked the windows to let in fresh air with snow on the ground outside.
