Something’s happening. God loves me. Just look at that. I’m in love. What is going on.
The sun finally came out after a week of rain, snow, and howling wind. There was even snow this morning (!), but this afternoon was twenty degrees warmer than yesterday. The wind stopped, too. When that happens, the sun wins. I had to go outside.
Lulled by the warmth after being cold for days, I took my time tending the minimalist wood stash art installation. That which used to be a two-cord mountain and is now about three armloads. By tending, I mean bagging up more chips for burning—works great in the old Ashley if I leave them in the bag—and splitting up as little of the actual wood as I think I can get away with for another day. A little game to ease us into the coming days of not building fires because it’s warm enough, you just forget. I think last year, that was just before the 4th of July.
That’s all right, though. Dues paid.
Buffalo!
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