Washout
Long weekend a pretty soggy affair. Light rain or drizzle all day. I am no longer allowed to complain about dry weather.
Sue got a lot of sewing done; I moved some logs and read a few chapters of my current book, Sapiens: A Brief History of Mankind.
Murray and Elaine have gone back to Windsor and their concert schedule so Pax and I now walk the shoreline forrest trail all the way from their place to ours. Doing that illustrates how much the forest changes year to year. Trees are down blocking the path and requiring detours in three areas. Left to its natural state the forest here is nearly impassable, though somehow the deer are able to move through it quickly.
I think we are burning more firewood this year than any other. Though the supply is limitless, some fall splitting will be in order.
Additional note: I think I just deleted yesterday. In the blog, that is. One slip of the finger and a whole day gone. That’s revisionist history if anything is.
No, apparently yesterday still exists. That bodes well for the future.