OK, gathered up the last of the wood, there’s one pile of staves too thick to bother bashing, one of ones too short, and one of ones I’ll give a pass at smashing into two each of Category B but just set out to rot intact if they don’t break.

Then cause I’ve been smashing wood all week I started another weeding circuit. There be some tiny ass bittercress in the world, the little white flower not even above the surrounding grass blades.