This is my latest construction, a three room little beauty, just completed at the end of October to the great delayed delight of the neighborhood children who watched its construction with interest and anticipation over a period of about six weeks. I did not start recording its progress at the beginning but, rather, after I had already finished two rooms. Here are the first two rooms. The house is about two thirds finished:

Two thirds of the latest house
In about a week or so the house looks like this:

A week later Same stage of construction, different view
As I have mentioned, on a normal day, {i.e., a day splitting logs without a whole lot of knots in them which, of course, can take more than usual amount of splitting time} I will split a half a cord. So, that is a cord a weekend, if I split for both days.) As I recall I think Paula( my wife) and I, went away for one of these weekends,so I think the actual number of weekends to make this house was four weekends,which would be about four cords which is about what it looks like. Remember, a cord is 4′ x 4′ x 8′ of closely stacked firewood.
Okay, now a week later:


Now to show the inhabitants; three children, two of them neighbors, and one of them living at the house (a real house not a wood house) where I was splitting the wood:

Three children in three rooms of the the house

And for the last picture, the mom with her son who is now the owner of the house (he, gesturing menacingly with the bat ) along with me.The house is now finished. It has the ridgepole ( two 2 X4s nailed together, because it was longer than one 8 foot 2×4) with a tarp over it. The last step is to secure the tarp to the house by tying it down through the grommets on the tarp.

The owner of the house ( with the bat), his mom, a neighbor and friend of the house owner, and me (with the hat, in case there is any doubt)
And now, although I said that was the last picture, I will put in two bonus pictures of Paula, my wife, examining the wood house. Although I have regaled her with tales of the many houses I have built and shown her pictures, she has never seen one in the flesh, or to be precise, in the wood. This is because most of them have been up in Greenwich and she is certainly not interested enough to go that far, and she only stopped by to see this one because we were on the way from someplace to someplace else and I prevailed upon her to stop and look at it for a minute. She was suitably impressed and said something like “wow” , and, “can we go now.”

Paula viewing the latest wood house

Paula, still viewing the wood house. She could hardly tear herself away,such was her fascination.
While she does not share my obvious enthusiasm for wood splitting and the associated occasional wood house building, she does not oppose it either and indulges me in it along with my other harmless eccentricities.
These little houses are delightful. I might try this myself, having two young grandsons who loved the little snow houses we made last year. I’m not sure I can rust my stacking to stay up, however. I don’t think anyone can understand what a great pleasure and satisfaction it is to split wood until he or she has tried it.
Where is my house! Why aren’t my logs split?
Kevan from Fairfield
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