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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