This pile of sticks is one of many in our woods. Gathering fallen sticks off the paths or out of overhanging branches is not just good exercise, it helps my environment. It lessens fire danger, it makes the paths safer for me to walk on and the dog to run on, and the birds like to explore the stick piles. I suspect that small animals like to burrow under them, judging by the dog's sniffing.
It's easier to keep the woods neat than the rest of the property. The woods have only sticks to make a mess. Around our buildings we accumulate tools, garden stakes and posts, fencing, firewood, garden art. And weeds. There aren't any weeds in the woods.
I guess this means that the more activities we engage in, the more opportunity there is for making messes. Have you found that to be true? Getting into messes—whether with our environment or our relationships—can lead to that feeling of "Stop the world; I want to get off." It encourages me to remember that in spite of our messes, God is at work, shaping us into what he created us to be.