This morning we are receiving a delivery of firewood. We found a company — a family-owned and family-operated business, I assume — that delivers logs cut into lengths (33 cm, or about a foot) that will fit into our little wood-burning stove. Below is a photo of the wood we have left from last season. It's not much — maybe one stère.
We got a delivery of three stères in May 2015, from the same supplier, who is located in Vallières-les-Grandes, up near Chaumont-sur-Loire. We already had one cubic meter of logs on hand. This time we have ordered four cubic meters of logs — that's four stères — because the person I talked to on the phone a couple of days ago said that was the minimum they could deliver now.
So despite having had a new oil-fired boiler installed last year, greatly improving our central-heating system, we're still burning between three and four stères — more or less a cord — of oak logs over the course of the winter. For several years, we had a lot of trouble finding firewood. Several vendors told us they weren't taking on new customers. And we never found logs cut to order until last year. What a relief. I hope the price — 66 euros per stère — hasn't gone up too much since last year.
These last two photos are ones I took about three weeks ago when I saw one of our neighbors hauling wood from a pile he keeps out on the edge of the vineyard to, presumably, his house. I doubt our wood supplier will arrive on a tractor, but you never know. And he will surely, like last time, just dump the load of wood in the driveway, meaning we'll have to stack it. It's a good thing my shoulder is hurting less now than it was a week ago.