What a beautiful sight. Many glorious afternoons spent stacking this wood, dreaming, planning. The mindless, repetitive stacking of wood sure beats the mindless, repetitive sewing of seams.
Conversation with brother-in-law after he went up the back to see my piles of wood:
Me: What do you reckon?
Brother-in-law: Looks a bit aesthetic.
M: Aesthetic! What do you mean?
BIL: The way you've stacked it. Come winter it's all just going to be burnt you know.
M: No it's not. You know I've earmarked some pieces.
BIL: To do what with?
M: Dunno. Stuff.
BIL: All going up in flames.
M: No way. I need some of that wood.
BIL: Flames!
M: Nup.
And back and forth it goes like that for some time. He's a dentist, poor thing. How could he possibly understand.
