The early snowfall in October of last year was out of synch with the annual cycle of the trees. Due to them still having their leaves on, they collected a greater quantity and weight of snow which led to many branches breaking. On our paltry 5 acres the snowfall gave us about a season’s worth of firewood. The problem being that it must sit a year longer because it is still full of sap. Oh, well.
Now, after the leaves have dropped of their own free will, and the sap has not yet started rising, I can go to the labyrinth and perform some routine maintenance. Basically, the hazel trees get a haircut. I would give them a “number 2” and gain a lot of firewood at once, but then we would have a field with stumps. If I have pruned properly, then the result is to be walking amongst a grove instead of a grave. 
The branches which are cut are the broken ones, the long straggly ones, the ones entangled with their neighbours, the rotten ones, and, of course, the ones which whip me across the face when I cut the grass!
They then get transferred to the chalet woodshed to dry in the sun before being chopped to length and stored inside.
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(So if fruit falling due to high wind is a “Windfall”, my firewood must be a “Snowfall”. Think about this logically correct use of the word when next you watch the weather news.☺)

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