Rock burn and wood!

I began my day in the golden light of a crisp morning, determined to transform my driveway. The hum of machinery and the satisfying crunch of gravel underfoot filled the air as I diligently loaded and distributed the gravel. With each shovel full, the uneven patch transformed into a smooth, sturdy path, ready to welcome any vehicle.

As the sun climbed higher, I turned my attention to the stack of logs awaiting my chainsaw. Each cut brought a sense of accomplishment as the chainsaw roared through the wood, sending chips flying. The meditative sound of cutting connected me to nature, and soon, my woodpile stood as a testament to my hard work, preparing me for the colder months ahead.

As the day began to wane, it was time to tackle the brush pile. I gathered dry branches and twigs, stacking them neatly before igniting the fire. The flames roared to life, crackling and devouring the brush, sending fragrant wisps of smoke into the cool evening air. The warmth of the fire contrasted with the chill, and as I watched the flames dance, I felt a deep sense of satisfaction and peace, knowing I had made my property safer and more orderly.