a pile, and the start of a stack

Today I got a good whole-body workout by clearing some sticks and brush out near the old woodpile, and then stacking, for about 30 minutes, some of the big new logs beside the fence on the west side of the house. It felt good to settle the new logs into a reasonably tidy stack – sort of like settling life into its perfect place, or rather, noticing that life already is shipshape and perfectly settled.