Ayup.

You are a northeastern vermonter feeling the september chill in the air, and all to aware that the wood's not yet in for winter. Chop down the poplar tree with an ax. Cut it into 8ft lengths with a two man saw, with your father-in-law wielding the other side. Finish the job and wipe your brow with the knee of your carhartts, then pat your panting parent on the back and hand him a gatorade. Ayup.