It’s not all knitting here at Chez Mary Jane. This week saw some nice weather, perfect for stacking wood. A bit late in the season, and maybe not as tidy as woodpiles past, but the height! Lordy…perhaps a wee bit unwise, but there you go. They fit under two unattractive tarps that we tell ourselves, look like freshly fallen snow….which then reminds us of lovely toasty mittens and mufflers…
And hats! There is still some room in my Fair Isle Hat Class at Halcyon tomorrow!
Way to go mom!
Yup, your woodpile is bigger than mine.
Patty in Northern Maryland
L@@k At All That Wood, Would Ya!
I stacked wood yesterday – made little cribwork stacks at the ends and thought of you. :o)
Ellen! Pictures!!!!!
Does it get cold in your part of Maine?
It’s funny, sometimes I miss having a yard and a house and all that goes with it. And then I remember chopping and stacking firewood and being really fricken cold in the winter when our furnace died and I think living in an apartment in the ghetto in the Bronx looks pretty good.
Your photo immediately brought to mind the smell of a wood fire. And I do miss that.
Thanks for popping by my blog today! Your support for my dubious pink and purple yarn is much appreciated.