Spent an afternoon stacking wood.  Not well, apparently.  Because when I took my daughter out to show her the progress made (she has a vested interest), I heard a tick…tick…tick noise.  She was leaning into the doorway visible in this photo.  When I heard the ticking, I realized it was the sound of the woodpile shifting.  “You better back up – I think the pile might fall,” I said, and no sooner had I said it than the entire row came avalanching down and spilling out the doorway.  Just missed her.

This is just a fraction of the wood that fell.  The rest is inside the shed.  Took a photo of that, too, but didn’t post it because it didn’t look all that dramatic.  Just looked like a jumble of firewood.  That has to be stacked.  Again.

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