“Every man looks upon his wood pile with a sort of affection.”
~~Henry David Thoreau
When I was a little girl,
we would hike in the mountains in Germany.
As we walked, we would see the fire wood split and stacked very, very neatly,
often between two trees.
I love the look of this wood and the textures,
but it would have never passed my grandfather's approval...
~Nancy ~ 306/365
we would hike in the mountains in Germany.
As we walked, we would see the fire wood split and stacked very, very neatly,
often between two trees.
I love the look of this wood and the textures,
but it would have never passed my grandfather's approval...
~Nancy ~ 306/365
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