Three tons of pellets stowed in the cellar, waiting for winter.
That dark taped thing in the lower left is the magic ramp we put over the stairs so the pellet bags slide down. A “invented” it – it’s a long strip of plywood covered in a tarp. That and an old office chair with no arms and back (called a “rolly stool” in this house) are all the tools we need to move pellets in.
By the way, the boxes in the lower right of this photo are the pool. I is almost time to haul them upstairs and figure out what to do with all those pieces. 🙂
After we moved pellets and had a rest, L and A helped me clear out some junk that had accumulated in the pool region – bags of soil, straw, old leaves, and an old rock pile from previous clearings. It all had to get moved, and it was nothing I couldn’t handle, except that…
snakes live over there. “Little” garter snakes. But I still don’t want to see them I hate to lift something and suddenly see one. I hate when they scoot across my path. L is not afraid of snakes. She proved that yesterday.
She and A took the lead, dumping stuff back toward me, where I could pick it up and move it away. When we found the snakes, L used a stick to put one off in the woods, and chased the other one away. I hope it stays away, since we dismantled its rock pile.
So I am one big step closer to setting up that pool. Just waiting for some dry weather when I am home so I can finish the digging.
And truthfully, glad that it is still wet, because my arms are sore. 3 tons of pellets caught at the bottom of the ramp, lifted and stacked.