Dead Wood

It has been a long day clearing deadwood. This is not metaphorical deadwood, but branches and mill ends of lumber. I think, though, that this counts as one of the 57 things made absent. (Sure, several pick-up loads, but also, equally surely, it was all of a kind.)

Some of the kind remains, like the apple tree. The birds have moved into the bird holes already. Months ago, I asked if the holes could be covered over with duct tape. That didn't happen, and the birds have moved in. The residence of birds is more evidence of life than apple blossoms.