My Sunday is quiet so far. Laid in bed snuggled in my warm nest of sleeping bag, blankets, sweaters, and jackets. Looked at the wood pile in here and decided I should get up to cut more.
Wandered to the wood shed, mauled a handful of logs, carried a load back to the tipi. Stacked it.
Went back for another, got distracted, followed some deer prints over to the Abbey. Followed another set back to the shed. Found the kindling cracker! 🤦🏼 Cracked a few more logs, then carried all that back into the tipi.
Realized I didn't like how I'd stacked it, so I reorganized it and restacked it. 🪵🪵 Now I can dry my boots more effectively by the barrel as well.
Lunch time! Tossed a few fresh logs in the fire to get the stove top ready for cooking and boiling water. 🔥🔥 Fried up some sausage with cream cheese. Mixed my Masala Chai coffee concoction. ☕ Tasty. Full belly! 😋
The coals are now whispering their sweet little song to me. I think I'll sew up the hole in the hatchet's leather cover then maybe knit a while. I think Chris is going to join me for a few hours later this afternoon, so we'll go adventuring then. 😊🌲🌨️🎿🦌
I go to the mountain side
of the house to cut saplings,
and clear a view to snow
on the mountain. But when I look up,
saw in hand, I see a nest clutched in
the uppermost branches.
I don’t cut that one.
I don’t cut the others either.
Suddenly, in every tree,
an unseen nest
where a mountain
would be.
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I saw your footprints everywhere I walked. To see you in the flesh - such luck!
So good to see these structures in such good condition. Could you possibly set the captions on them so that they can be traced back to the thread where they were originally built?