A chilly winter means fires in the fireplace--which means splitting the wood from those trees we had taken down last spring. Now that we've reached "a certain age" (to put in delicately) we decided to take the easy route--and bought a log splitter. It's not motorized or gas-driven, so there's still exercise involved--just not the heavy jolting of whacking something with an ax. And some of those big gnarly pieces were pretty good at resisting an ax--but not hydraulic + woman power! Here's the toy, and the result of about an hour of playing with it. And now I'm sitting by a well-earned fire!