The smaller logs could be carried or skidded to a pile at the edge of the drive. The larger ones would need to wait for a tractor to move them to the pile for splitting. I estimate the job will yield two to three cords of wood, almost as much as I burned this winter.
The brush piles were ringed with deep snowbanks which worked perfectly for controlling the blaze. I burned, tended, added, burned until a deep layer of ash covered the sand. The garden spot will be augmented with horse manure and I have laid out a plan for flowers and herbs in the newly reclaimed plot.
The finished project is beautiful in my mind. The current state is depressingly messy as the snow recedes and the yard begins to emerge.
But just as I began to despair at the scope of my undertaking, I caught sight of this fellow and had a flash of what the world must look like from his perspective. My projects suddenly were not insurmountable.