The wind is mean here, like hurricane mean every other month during the winter. It blew over 2 tractor trailer trucks in December and we loose shingles every winter.
We are out of kindling.
Granny Miller encouraged me to go pick up sticks, as she does even in the winter for kindling. She didn't really tell me to but her blog post inspired me to. I knew it would make me feel better, accomplish something needed, and I bet I could find my lost tarp.
|girls sun bathing, it was actually quite warm today|
|the more you have the more you have to fix|
|little girl's snow gun|
|my neighbor's house...I like it so much because they built from scratch and added as they could afford...no bank loan for them|
|other daughter enjoying helping me pick up sticks, we had fun|
|and there's my tarp! along with my garbage in my neighbor's field|
|our wonderful Jet Sled that was empty when we left, we found lost treasures, garbage and lots of sticks|
|this didn't look drifted until I was falling through, I love how it cracks|