This summer, unusually high temperatures have been accompanied by almost uninterrupted low pressure, making the air feel heavy and oppressive, so it is a relief that October heralds the arrival of fresh misty mornings that make the first dog walk of the day a pleasure rather than a chore. October also sees the start of firewood collecting and Jake and I often meet a two legged mobile wood stack on our morning ramble.
We don't use an open fire or a wood burner but did have five felled pine trees in our garden and several villagers had approached us about taking the wood off our hands.
Rather than offend anyone by accepting one offer and refusing another, it seemed easier to donate the wood to the ladies in the village who have lost their husbands. The felled trees were inspected and the third day of Bayram was chosen as the best day to cut up the tree trunks, as plenty of family members would be available to dismember and transport the logs. (I'm not sure how happy they were at being volunteered for this duty on one of their rare days off, but they all came along.)
Our garden has never seen such intense activity as three chain saws buzzed and three vans were repeatedly filled and emptied. We kept back just one large tree trunk which will go off to the saw mill and hopefully will one day grace our terrace as a bench, table or planter to remind us of the massive tree that towered over us for years.