At night, it's nice to sit down to dinner and admire how well the sweet potatoes are growing.
It's legitimately cold outside these days. There are massive ice crystals forming on everything that sits still.
The view is still lovely, of course.
Speaking of which... Today I was outdoors quite a bit with cleaning-up our sawmill site. There's a large pile of wood off-cuts: triangular, longitudinal slices of a tiny bit of wood and mostly bark, in most cases. I want to clean those up, buck the usable wood to firewood size, then do some sawmill site overhaul. But first, many, many piles that look like this will be moved to various cabins around the Lab.
Came back to Basecamp with enough time to perform a kind of patch-up job on this mattox, whose head is falling off. I'll consult with Paul
tomorrow morning to see just how bad of an idea this is.
Oh, and I almost forgot! I dug through a frozen hugel berm with the electric auger today, in order to bury some compost. How did Ruth Stout deal with frozen ground...? Part of me says I overdid it, while another part of me says it's perfect just the way it is.
That's all for now. Thanks for reading, and enjoy your day...!
PS: I hope you enjoyed the Metallica references that Coydon and I had going there for a while...