My neighbor, on the other hand, does not like to "work" on his wood piles. He's been collecting them for years and has about four of them covered with slowly-deteriorating, woven, blue tarps. But yesterday he was inspired to remove the tarps, survey the situation, and begin making order of it all. He stacked wood. I'm not an expert on this, and I've had to restack (several times) various wood rows around the property before I built the wood shed, so I took particular notice of his supports for the row and its ends. That it held up at all was a small miracle. By evening a strong gust of wind took his efforts to the ground. I shook my head, smug in my stacking know-how, amazed that it lasted even three hours.
|Not so smug as I viewed my own stacking project!|
And now this afternoon I'm adding "stack wood" to my list of Things I get to do today--soon. For some reason (karmic, perhaps?) my own wood refused to stay stacked--even in its tidy, little, custom-made shed. Room for thought here.
Did I mention that I love to stack wood?