Just realized this was actually Christmas Day! Oh well. “Nine-days-ago wood pile,” then. I never tire of taking pictures of the woodpile, though. It’s like photographing a loaded pantry or a beating heart. That may be a stretch for you, but you’re not living in a mud hut on this hillside at 7,060 ft. Sometimes I wish we weren’t either, but at least we’re keeping warm.
Consider also that last night it got down to maybe six below (-6 °F, -21 °C), but I still had to open the kitchen window a few inches because we were getting cooked beside the wood stove: it was only (?) 73 °F in the room where we were sitting, but the radiated energy from the poor old Ashley (look it up in your Whole Earth Catalog) was like death rays from another planet. No, opening the window doesn’t fix that, but the extra oxygen is nice. It’s 19 °F at half-past noon in full sunshine as I write this, by the way. A beautiful day, looks just like the photo.