See, here’s another one you might not know unless you grew up with only wood to heat your home. The piles are BIG. By this I mean that you stack little logs maybe 5 feet tall and 30 feet long outside your house and cover it in plastic. And so when a stack tips over, woe betide who might be underneath it.
By the way, I’m LOVING hearing all of your stories about wood burning childhoods.
We used to fill up the wheelbarrow with logs, roll them to the front steps, and then pass off the wood from hands to hands to pile which we called a “chain gang.”
I LOVE these memories. :)
I have a rather wicked sense of humor when it comes to slapstick. I know slapstick is something you like or you don’t, and even if you do — there’s a wide variety of slapstick.
I like mine very wicked. The more wrong the better. BECAUSE it’s wrong.
And then there’s the fitting of it into the gentle world of Little Dee.