Tossing Pebbles in the Stream

Around the Place

Some of my young pigs, a couple of weeks ago, meeting with me on the step of the porch. When you live alone you enjoy talking with whomever shows up. My pigs come when I call and are very curious. The really furry one is a my dog, Ben, who thinks he is in charge of the pigs.

Finally, I got all my wood in the basement.(It takes up a quarter of my basement in my 25' square house, piled floor to ceiling. Thank goodness Winter held off so I could finish this task.

I like to think of "doing wood" as a form of meditation, the zen of wood.

I really must get all my wood cut and split this Spring and put in the basement in September. Doing wood around here is an art form I have yet to master. Perfectly piled wood in people's years is a sign of their expertise. My wood invariably falls over. The wood in the basement has fallen over twice requiring repiling.