14 trees have been taken down on the property I inhabit.  All of them dead, but still full of moisture.  We’ve been cutting and stacking and splitting, then covering with black plastic weighted down with empty 2 liter (?) soda bottles filled with water and hung by ropes across the stack.

When those trees hit the ground, the earth shook. They must’ve been 80 – 100 ft tall. Making firewood sounds like a bland, benign event.  It is an all encompassing, vital engagement with Nature.