Despite not leaving the house today, I was actually productive. The back patio has looked particularly white-trashy lately, but I didn’t want to deal with it because I was fairly sure there were going to be spiders involved.
This project actually started a couple of evenings ago when I poured boiling water on the Horrible Weed growing in the middle of the wood pile. (Y’know, ‘woodpile’ is too nice a phrase for that mess. What word would be appropriate? ‘Wood scattering’?)
I thought I really should clean the area up since Brad was here and it looked so awful. You’re supposed to take care of nice things, especially if someone has built them for you.
You might notice the boiling water weed is shorter and browner. The brown from the cooking, the shorter from just going after it with a steak knife.
From the previous picture to the next took about two hours, because I took lots and lots of breaks. At one point I was Commercial Cleaning – only running out to sweep during commercials while watching 1000 Ways To Die – a wonderfully disturbing show on Spike TV.
The sticks were sorted into small, medium and large woodpiles. (See? That’s the appropriate use of ‘woodpile’.) I even got out the saw and cut the big branches into manageable sizes! No more ‘five feet of wood sticking out of the firepit’ for me!
So now it’s all clean, and the problem is that I don’t want to burn up my beautiful piles that I worked so hard to create. Time to go to the neighbor’s and sneak some lumber.