I take a saw. A saw? Perhaps I have started too soon. Winter is approaching. Seemingly quicker than the cars that whizz along the concrete track that leads past the house that nestles in a valley between two towns. A rat run. The setting sun loses its heat quickly as I walk the dog, picking up twigs and branches that have fallen in the storm. That storm. The storm that had me, us, racing a mile through a low cloud curtain of water, the day before. Neither the dog, nor I, looked dignified at the finishing line. The wood should be wet, but the wind blows as quickly as the cars that whizz along… you get it. They are dry.
'I did not fret.' :o)
I so want a picture!
Mouthwateringingly good Louis! I could taste every morsel. Well done! 👏👏👏😘
Touché turkey! The perfect winter warmer.