Firewood makes good end tables

It's nice to finally have a place to put my coffee cup. We grabbed a couple logs from the brother-in-law's woodpile the other day. Unsplit of course. Have them sitting out back on the west side of the house beside the fake wicker furniture. They're a bit short, but they'll do. It's cold back there this morning. Cold and dark. I love all the trees, especially now that they've finally leafed out, but I'm not a morning person and they're not morning trees. I'll sit back there later when the sun comes around. The other day I tried counting the rings on my new end table, but chainsaws make a real mess of things. I got to maybe thirty before the gouges made them impossible to count, but there must be at least twice or three times that many. I can't remember the proper way to look at rings, but it looks like there were quite a number of dry years. Now there's a coffee ring on top of it all. I think my dry spell is just beginning.