I love a good wood pile.
This work of art belongs to my parents.
Dad worked all summer (in between the bees, the garden, and of course.. some golf) refilling their woodshed. He finished packing it full in August. This should last them the winter for their little wood stove.
There has been a woodpile here for as long as I can remember. We played in it as kids. I can smell the wood in the autumn sun as I had my picture taken on the logs. It was covered with tarps then. Like mine is now...
Our woodpile is currently a major mess. Piles of bark, old tarps, and chipmunk nests. A woodshed is on the project list for the week. I am feeling some urgency as the weather here is nasty today- heavy wind and rain - reminding me that snow won't be far behind. We have a spot picked out behind the garage and I can't wait to get started. I love to stack wood!!