David helped me lug some long dead trees down the hill this afternoon and they were quickly transformed into a neat pile of fire fodder with the help of my Alligator [ mini chain saw ]
I loathe white ants as much as the next person, especially when they reduce perfectly good firewood to the consistency of tissue paper
but look at these wooden 'scribbles' left behind in the hardwood after all the soft had been devoured ...
it felt almost sacrilegious to consign them to the fire
and I'm pretty sure there's a quilt / embroidery / drawing in there somewhere