Fall's First Fire

Today I waded through early morning rain, swaggering slightly to accomodate the copper bin slung over one hip. Then, standing on tiptoe to gather logs from the top, loving the sense of plenty that is a well-stocked woodshed, loving the smell of damp earth and mixed wood (cedar, pine, fir). Staggering inside again. Carefully arranging each log in its place, laying the first flames, polishing the stove's glass panes (yes, in that order--no, not standard operating procedure). Curling up with a book and a cuppa'.

It's not tea in the garden, but Fall certainly has its charms.