S t a c k e d
I have a slight obsession with wood. The neater the stacked pile, all perfectly aligned the more pleasing it is to my eye.
We once stayed in a ramshackle farmhouse nestled deep in the Normandy countryside with fabric lined walls. Uh-huh....who knew.
This was before kids and it was a little scary to be honest, but 'oh my' there was a barn filled to the rafters with the most beautifully split to size logs that had probably been thrown any old way all tumbled together by the farmer that kept a watchful on the place. But to me it was the most delicious looking pile of gorgeousness I had ever seen.
In contrast my efforts are meagre. But what I lack in the necessaries...a barn, a wood and chainsaw *sigh* I make up for in effort.
I shall have the biceps of steel come the Summer. Or quite possible just be very sore and a little stiff across the shoulder and most likely walk with a stoop.