I found this log pile one morning when I ventured further than I had ventured before in the forest. I can remember thinking to myself ‘walking further was worth it just for this!’
There’s something so captivating about finding random piles of logs while out walking. I can’t put my finger on what it is exactly that makes me stop, but I’ve done so since childhood. I love to inhale the gorgeous scent that comes from damp, freshly chopped wood. It revitalizes me. It makes me happy.