Monday, November 4, 2019

Big Tree, Down

Okay, it wasn't a big tree, but it was a big limb . . .

. . . See?

No, really, it was big . . .


. . . I had to lumberjack those freshly-chainsawed-logs . . .

into the wheelbarrow . . .

. . . and over to the wood pile . . .

No, this is not Vermont, and no, we do not have an indoor wood-burning stove, but we do love a good Sunday afternoon campfire. I mean, who doesn't?

And in the meantime? On this past glorious weekend?

The last of the zinias . . .

And The Field? Well, the Field is always glorious. And has maybe never been more glorious.

Okay, maybe this day in late summer was was more glorious . . .

. . . but you know what I mean.

The weather was glorious . . .

. . . the sunburst were glorious . . . 

And Bluff Point?

Oh, you know it.

Glorious.

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