Someone is digging big holes in my fresh dung pile. My best guess would be the resident possum, who I suspect is the same varmint digging holes in the Great Lawn and the roadside vegetable garden. The dung pile is chock full of earthworms. I'm sure they are a very tasty snack.
I have far more dung than I have the time and energy to screen the gravel out of. Instead of moving it, I've decided to just make a vegetable garden annex. I'm just going to shovel it all flat and turn this space into a garden. This will be the squash and melon department.
I have half a pile of gravel left to move. I need to do some measuring and level checking in the basement patio before I spread the rest of it around to more clearly define the parking lot. Some kind of visual border between the parking lot and the vegetable garden annex would be nice.
I'm tired of looking at this pile of collectibles. The wood stored in there is probably long since turned rotten. I was going to build a little shed with it, so I had a place to put the collectibles. I need a little shed. I can do it. The hardest part is getting started.
There is a pile of sticks and branches in the fire pit ready to burn. There are more piles of sticks out in the garden. The forest sheds a lot of crap when the wind blows. There are piles of sticks and branches all over the wild cultivated gardens and even bigger piles just over the county line. I don't rake leaves. I have more than enough sticks to pick up.
I have piles of things all over the place. There are of piles of dirty laundry and piles of clean laundry. I currently have a big pile of picture frames in my little living room for the upcoming art show. All these piles are calling for my attention.
I have not been back down to the basement patio in days. I need to make a decision on my bricks. I need to measure and contemplate what kind of table and chairs to get. Does it need any more gravel? Good thing this is a winter long project.