"...I fully expect to lose all of them to the Emerald Ass Ash Borer. So I'll have more firewood than I could ever burn..."
That reminds me of an old poem about firewoods:
Beech wood fires are bright and clear
If the logs are kept a year.
Chestnut's only good, they say,
If for long it's laid away.
Birch and fir logs burn too fast,
Blaze up bright and do not last.
Elmwood burns like churchyard mold;
Even its very flames are cold.
Poplar gives a bitter smoke,
Stings your eyes and makes you choke.
Apple wood will scent your room
With a fragrance like perfume.
Oak and maple, if dry and old,
Keep away the winter cold.
But ash wood wet and ash wood dry
A king shall warm his slippers by.