Well I decided I would grab my trusty gloves and help him out since he was toiling away so hard. Some people just have a gift for stacking wood perfectly. The farmer is one of those people. Not that I can't stack a piece or two. I have been known to do that.
See what I mean? The farmer is rather anal about the square ends of his stack. Real pretty. Yeah. Pretty.
But to be this anal and pretty at the same time takes patience, something I just am a bit shy of. I just don't feel the need to make it all this pretty.
So here is my stacking ability. I wondered why the farmer told me to just never mind. It's not so bad.