An Old Weeping Willow, Stacked

I discovered a new source of blips on the street behind my house. What I thought was a cow farm, due to the smells wafting my way at times, turns out to be a horse farm. All the horses are up in the fields way behind the house.
The home next to the horse farm has gardens I envy. And across the road was stacked this old willow tree that had been taken down in parts and saved. This is just one pile of the sorted logs. Rather Zen-like, I think
I see that I will be visiting here more frequently and not when the sun is at noon.