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.