Renewed optimism

Stacking the wood for next winters fuel comes very high on my list of meditative occupations. A herald of spring. Even better when the sun is shining and all is well in the "Village of Lost Souls". Two tonnes arrived on Saturday morning. Not dry enough to burn but will season over summer. It is a rural form of Tetris in three dimensions. The edge is that if you get it wrong, it falls on you, and that hurts, I know.
I capped off with a raw sienna sentiment made of lime wood, to whom it may concern.