Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Gathering Wood

We bought our first batch of wood for Winter today. We are late doing this and are lucky to have found some. Allen came home with the wood at around 5:30. I went out and kept him company a while as he stacked. Inside, supper was cooking in the oven: one of my infamous casseroles made from whatever I could find in the house. It felt like when we were first married.

All that wood. Preparation for rough and raw days ahead.

All that possiblity.

1 comment:

emmapeelDallas said...

Theresa,

I really like this. I can smell the wood and the dinner, and those lines are so beautiful: "It felt like when we were first married...all that possibility".

I really, really like this.

Judi

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