I think its going to be an early winter

sometimes it feels like one of those maddening puzzles where you have to move the rings, one at a time, from one of the three poles to the other side, but only so that the top ring is always smaller than the ones it sits on.


                                                                        Woodpile:

to shed:

                                                                                                                                                       

to stove:

one armload at a time...