Day Off

Did see a few flutterts of snowflakes this morning so have been heaving the logs about to get them under the tarpaulin afore the next blizzard strikes.

Oh how much I miss the old woodshed. If only twas restored to us I would never say nothing nasty about her again ever at all.

Another Year Bites the Dust

Tis the start of another year, what miseries lie ahead for us all, I wonder. The snow has thawed leaving the fire wood so sodden it could sink a battleship. The partridge has not returned since the thaw.