Congratulations to our neighbor for splitting two cords of wood and stacking it neatly in his fine woodshed before serious weather arrived:
This is the way his shed area looked yesterday, which should be compared to when he was splitting the wood in early November (wood-splitter on the left):
This reminds me that, many years ago when I was young, the old folk then would talk about “being taken to the woodshed.” It meant being taken for physical punishment to a private place by a parent or superior. A variant of that was “being horse-shedded.” No punishment is allowed near the pictured woodshed, but it is a place for hard work. (Images taken in Brooklin, Maine, on November 5 and 27, 2022.)