Our wonderful neighbours delivered a truck load of wood to us yesterday. I love the fact that some of the logs still have the cones attached to them. They are far too nice to burn!
This morning Cumin joined me at the woodpile, no doubt hoping for a creature with whiskers to run out ready to be chased. Sadly, she was of no use and got side tracked by a fantail in the plum tree. Having done nothing at all she is now sleeping on our bed. As my grandpa used to say, "It's a grand life, if you don't weaken!"