It sure is nice when someone gets up and sees to a roaring fire in Rex's belly then whips up a batch of fresh from-scratch biscuits. There was a serious frost on everything this morning-the roofs were white as if dusted with snow. Today saw more scattered dead-fall and such old logs get cut up for fuel and hauled back via the trailer pulled by the 8N(fired right up after sitting almost a month I think-though the mineral oil gear lube resisted getting up for work). I also cut down 2 small Shingle Oaks(?) by the ditch- maybe 5" diameter at base. I figure for warmth during the day, when it's reasonably cold, I'd fire the stove with the "scraps" lying about the property and save the good wood for the deep freeze...trying to make it last at least as long as the Mayan calender.