Logging....

Not nearly as cool as the Owl Incident but fun nonetheless. Over the last couple weeks of cold evenings and way colder mornings the wall of wood has diminished. I had to replace an entire side of said wall with unseasoned split wood and start chopping up the old logs and mixing with the less new logs for fire with superb quality and niceness that shimmers with the evening briskness and broken moonlight through drafty windows. And a glass of wine. Shimmer.

Shimmer.

As you can see the vehicular collection plays musical parking slots on a weekly basis and the driveway gravel is so deep places that you need 4x4.

Smegma is not for the light-of-heart.