Husband creates master pieces.
While mine leaves a lot to the imagination of the onlooker.
However my mini versions are the talk of the town.
Fog settles on top of us overnight, sinking down and becoming dew so thick it is on the verge of being declared rain. Burning is difficult. Even using an accelerant doesn't help matters much. But these piles and piles of downed limbs have to be incinerated or used in some sort of art project.
We have copperheads in the area, Small Farm Girl showed me a picture of one her Hubby killed at the top of my ridge. And these stacks, even the log stacks, is a nice place for them to stay warm in. With my boys around, always into something, I need to eliminate as much warm cover for the snakes as possible.
One awesome thing about spotting that large black snake, is that they eat poisonous snakes. We let him be, knowing that he will also eat eggs, chicks and our future rabbits. We will just have to be preemptive on that front.
I play with sticks daily (minds out of gutters ladies). It is very repetitious. But this is just one of the boring, painful chores that must be taken care of in a quick manner, if only I was able to burn. . . We take over the shop in town in less than a week, and I will have to do that as well. The more I can get done here in a timely manner, the less stressed I will feel about the shop.