The weather is swell.
The dirty studio windows framed the morning in fairytale-like mist.
Soul-o grabbed my stitching chair right off. I can say he is finally mellowing a bit.
I was outside all day stacking wood anyway. This big tree; everyone said cut it. Too close to the house. We considered it. Lots of free wood. But I swear, I heard it say..."I was here first." So we bought wood. Lots of it. So I can keep the studio open. Bought it early so no weather will interfere with getting more. Stacked half of it today. Exhausted. Again tomorrow.I am putting some extra effort into winterizing this year. I just have a feeling.
A few stitches today.
But no words.
