Chilly. Bleak. But the dandelions provide some sunshine on this cloudy day. And salad. We'll need the fire in that room today. Probably all day. And night with a possible freeze. I was out early gathering kindling and dry wood before the expected shower. We still have have a wood pile but in this early spring I gather windfall instead, and fire building becomes yard clean up at the same time.
Found this piece of wood with a hole in the middle. The hole was quite useful. It sort of acted like its own chimney stove. Placed over some smoldering twigs and paper it created a column of flame and the morning fire was a breeze.
So here I am. Coffee. No luck giving that up. Stitching on the Soul-o nine lives patch, thinking about safe and warm. I think I will call it that. This little thing. Safe and Warm. The man sleeps late. I am planning some flat bread making. Maybe in a pan. And some doodling.
Grateful that all seems well with Typepad today.
It's just a day. Still, another day, not like any other.
