It's hovering around zero F here, with several inches of snow on the ground, and the wood burning stove is in it's prime. Without it, we'd be warm enough with propane, but never lose the chill in the air, as well as watching our bank book recede. There's nothing like a stove to make a home truly warm and comfortable.
Recently I've taken the 20" AK away from the firewood trimming chores and have been using other khuks. The big AK builds a lot of momentum. Not always a good thing. Try that on your living room rug. I keep several larger rounds of wood for a cutting board. These are usually more 'green' than the split and sectioned wood. After a time being the board, they've dried and can be sectioned or trimmed enough to throw into the stove.
The chiruwa size khuks I'm really likeing right now for trimming. They build up energy quick, aren't too long, and can shave the wood chunks fast. All the chips thrown are perfect for starting the fire later. When it's this cold I usually just clean the stove of ash as I go, and it does not go out completely. But sometimes I'll get up in the morning and find it almost cold.
Atmospheric pressure and moisture content of the air, wind speed, blaa blaa blaa, all influence the burn rate. The shaved chips are excellent. We don't have a shredder for paperwork so the stove does all that, too.
Every night before retiring I'll turn the flue down until the stove is just barely breathing. It can work on a couple logs all night, and keep the lower house warm enough so in the morning you don't gasp when you hit the kitchen. I start the coffee upon rising, then build the stove up. When the kids pound downstairs from their rooms the house is starting to warm.
I'm glad I've a lot of khuks to choose from. I don't know what I'd do without them.
Beater Truck is outside by the backdoor loaded with wood. One thing I'll not do when it's this cold is use a khuk to section. This is strictly chainsaw time. It's cold out there.
The Wild Turkeys still climb down from their roosts behind the house every morning and go in search of free corn from the neighbors. No matter the cold, I'll see them in the yard digging through the snow, I believe to find the small pebbles for their digestion, and the sight let's me know I'm not alone.
munk
Recently I've taken the 20" AK away from the firewood trimming chores and have been using other khuks. The big AK builds a lot of momentum. Not always a good thing. Try that on your living room rug. I keep several larger rounds of wood for a cutting board. These are usually more 'green' than the split and sectioned wood. After a time being the board, they've dried and can be sectioned or trimmed enough to throw into the stove.
The chiruwa size khuks I'm really likeing right now for trimming. They build up energy quick, aren't too long, and can shave the wood chunks fast. All the chips thrown are perfect for starting the fire later. When it's this cold I usually just clean the stove of ash as I go, and it does not go out completely. But sometimes I'll get up in the morning and find it almost cold.
Atmospheric pressure and moisture content of the air, wind speed, blaa blaa blaa, all influence the burn rate. The shaved chips are excellent. We don't have a shredder for paperwork so the stove does all that, too.
Every night before retiring I'll turn the flue down until the stove is just barely breathing. It can work on a couple logs all night, and keep the lower house warm enough so in the morning you don't gasp when you hit the kitchen. I start the coffee upon rising, then build the stove up. When the kids pound downstairs from their rooms the house is starting to warm.
I'm glad I've a lot of khuks to choose from. I don't know what I'd do without them.
Beater Truck is outside by the backdoor loaded with wood. One thing I'll not do when it's this cold is use a khuk to section. This is strictly chainsaw time. It's cold out there.
The Wild Turkeys still climb down from their roosts behind the house every morning and go in search of free corn from the neighbors. No matter the cold, I'll see them in the yard digging through the snow, I believe to find the small pebbles for their digestion, and the sight let's me know I'm not alone.
munk