As The Crow Flies

The first snow of the winter is here. My wood is covered with tarps. It looks a little shabby, but it works. Some day I hope to build a wood shed. The weird thing is, I always seem to know when I should tarp my wood even without a weather forcast. I just get up one day, go out and throw tarps over everything. Then I think, “it must be going to get wet, Pat’s tarpping her wood.”

I’m tired.  I’ll be glad when my wood is all in, my supplies all bought, and my time is all my own.   Nothing to do, all winter, but watch Netflix movies, surf the Internet, read, go for walks, live my life without interruptions; never, having to go to town.