It was around this time almost 2 years ago that we knew we were probably going to move here. My sense of time is so strange now. But a circle always helps me realize it doesn't matter.
Moving some firewood today.
And I renamed this many times but today I will call it just that.
On the Edge of Season.
The whole forest
smells like grape jelly.
I'm not exaggerating.
I need (to become) a bigger basket.
