I am no longer needing fires to heat the house. While Skye (see previous post Night Skye) and Bubba (see previous post Bubba’s Grand Adventure) are deeply disappointed by this and would likely cozy up to a morning fire in the middle of the summer, the fact is, wood chores are over for the season. I’ve filled the indoor bin to brimming, the wood pile that has been a fixture in the front yard for the duration of the winter is gone, the tarps are folded and stowed. I guess there are few other markers more pronounced than this to herald the official beginning of spring. So I happily store the wood gloves and apron until sometime late next fall when the season will once again shift, the cold will come in on the wind again and remind me how grateful I am that Walter Fernandez is my neighbor and I will never, ever be short of wood. He sees to that.
Love to you all,