Breaking down…

Or is it breaking up. Or is there a difference between the two.

I have no clue. But I’ve honestly enjoyed doing yardwork this early spring. We’re not tackling too much. Raking out flower beds, putting a larger garden in the front. Maybe moving some rocks around and setting up a bigger play area for the girls.

But what I’ve enjoyed most is taking apart (I almost said breaking down) our stick pile that’s been growing for the last 5 years. It was there when we moved in 5 years ago. And we’ve added to it over the years.

We initially thought we’d be burning a lot more or having a lot more evening fires. But we haven’t reached that state yet.

So I’m pulling apart all of the branches from this giant pile and separating them into twigs starters, smaller sticks, bigger sticks and ones that need to be cut up a little more.

Instead of one big pile, there’s four smaller ones in our backyard right now. However, breaking them apart like this will allow me to tie them up with some twine and have easier accessible firewood.

It’s long and annoying and I’m not sure what I’m achieving other than moving the pile from one place to another, but it’s kind of enjoyable and that monotonous sort of way.

Backyarding

Marceline and I were walking around the backyard trying the hand-me-down baby backpack (is that the term for it.. I don’t know).

Anyways, Marceline didn’t hate it. I’m not sure she loved it either. I took this picture to send to my family and my older sister added the fantastic word balloon.