The woodpile, at last

Before...
... after several hours of sorting and hammering in the old nails. Looks about the same, doesn't it? Kept thinking, one bite at a time... there is a difference, the blanched dandelions and squashed grass and bare, revealed soil prove it but... still a long way to go.

It was the wood from the old deck. I asked the deck guy to leave it, so that I can make it into wooden pathways, boardwalks. I asked him to leave the useful, big bits. *Just* the useful, big bits.

I didn't ask him to leave all the little corner bits and broken trellis and rotten bits and plastic bags and some-gooey-chemical-mess-that-had-escaped-from-somewhere and the used-up containers of glue and other stuff, all of which I found hidden under that top layer...

Am sorting them into railings, treads, and supports. Then when we've had a few dry days, I'll saw them up into the right size. Then it will be a relatively-simple task of drilling and screwing them all together. And that can be done a little at a time. At least, it will be a neater pile soon.

I am so glad I grew up around a carpenter.