Well, so much for posting snow pictures from a week ago. Mama Nature came down with rain, sleet, and snow not necessarily in that order and alternating pretty much at random today. We did go back up the mountain for more firewood (twice) and came back with the motherlode, oak. O my small woodling gods, I had almost forgotten the perfume that is slowly burning, dense oak. Now if I could get that aroma into all my yarn and get it to stay there...what fresh heaven would that be?
No pictures, the camera stayed home given the lowering sky and the filthy job that is humping cut aspen logs and uncut and heavy oak trunks into an ancient but trusty Suburban. It's a fine night for freshly made red lentil soup with orzo, crusty bread and a glass or three of decent wine.
Knitting, you say? yah, yah...in front of the woodstove, maybe. I love me some 80 degree (F.) living room powered by the sweat (and, ok, the chainsaw) of my brow.
We may be small and we may be remote out here, but by goddess, we are wealthy tonight in all the ways that matter. Love and warmth to ya'll.