Well, I spent my bread labour yesterday cutting, splitting, and piling the pile of logs I had accumulated by the woodshed over the past week. Grandpa had earlier made a beautiful pile that I continued.
|My sloppy piling on the left side, not a good use of space. Grandpa’s neat and stable piling on the right (Actually the top half is mine, trying to bring it back in line with the shed.)|
|A view from the corner, showing the wood creeping up the outsides.|
But alas, later in the afternoon, Donna went out to capture this disappointing picture. Note the collapse on the right and pile on the lower right side of the picture.
|I suspect my work undermined Grandpa’s superior piling skills. 🙁|
Live and learn.