The wind-felled trees are cut and stacked. And now I have a sizeable woodpile, with plenty of nooks and crannies. Now, I would never squat in a woodpile (too risky), but plenty of others would, including rats and snakes... Both of which are native to New Hampshire. Growing up, in the springtime I was fond of bringing frogs indoors from my gramma's woodpile. And when I lived in Hawaii, I found countless geckos and gecko eggs in an abandoned woodpile by a river. Might you be a
It grows, and one day I will partake of its storage organ... Perhaps in the manner of a mashed potato, or a roasted yam. But never in the manner of a stewed elephant nor a fried snake. Meatful things aren't eatful things.
Last Friday night, in the wee hours of the morning, I awoke from a BOOM outside my bedroom window. The wind had been howling all night, and it finally toppled a dead pine tree. Luckily for me, the tree crashed onto a pergola instead of onto my deck and grill. The force of the crash bent the steel beams of the pergola, enhancing the striking geometric pattern. The park will reimburse the cost of the (free) pergola. And the wood will be given to a neighbor as fire fuel, and the