When we moved into the current house there were ton of pine trees in the back yard. Shortly after some pine beetles moved thru and killed most of them. As those dead trees fell, all away from the house,we spent a lot of weekends clearing them and any collateral.
Learned to love the smell of wood burning, the simple nature of chopping up trees, and dragging them to the fire. Dad on the chain saw, me splitting any good pieces up for the fire place, and mom and sisters dragging the small stuff to the fire. Sitting down at the end of the day, muscles tired, smoke soaked into your clothes, sitting around watching and listening to the fire crackle.
Enough fell where we were able to put in a small garden in an otherwise wooded yard.