Winter is coming, bish: Why things are about to get very, very real in your new country escape.

Photo by Inti St Clair

The other night, I left my house to find our cat before the coyotes did and found my brand new neighbor standing in our driveway, instead. Without any preamble, she gestured to the three cords of wood we had meticulously split, seasoned, and stacked throughout the summer. Could she have some wood?