This weekend we had plenty of volunteers to help stack the wood. Just about every kid at the Woodpile had dreams haunted by the Ghost of the Woodpile. This is perfect, for the first time in years I will finally get out the wood stacking business. At least that was what I thought. Somehow I got volunteered to train the kids on the proper technique of stacking wood. Yes, there is a right way and wrong way. If you don’t do it correctly, it will all come crashing down on you.
This poor fellow was completely terrified.
Once one kid decided it was safe to venture out the rest joined her.
The pile is getting too high for me to reach down and grab a log. Can someone toss it up to me?
What? You expect me to get my paws dirty?
Are you sure it is a good idea for me to be “tossing” logs up that high?
Oh boy, the building inspector just showed up.
The kids tried to bribe the inspector with a tasty snack but that didn’t work very well.
The inspector ate all the snacks but still condemned our
Woodpile.
The right hand end pile didn’t pass inspection. We had to redo part of it.
One of the kids re-positions a load bearing log.
How much more wood do we have to stack?
Clapping my hands I congratulated the crew on a job well done.
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