When we got back home Xenia asked what we did and I told her we made a stairway. “To where?”, she asked. And I told her, “A stairway to heaven.”
This captures a couple of different concepts in addition to the song with that title. I always worry some about blowing up myself and others when we are working on the explosives. Hence a literal use of the word heaven if you believe in such things. And also it’s a very happy, pleasant place for me–gun, explosives, and the serenity of being out in the middle of the farm with no people or their sounds nearby.