As the wind blows in, a shortage of warm things knitted from wool has been discovered. I’ve taken up the sticks with an intensity to match that of the wind.
Oh miracle of modern science – firewood box! A new (old) piece of cleverly-constructed wood takes up residence mere feet from our hungry woodstove, allowing us to keep so much more wood on hand inside. (you’d think I’d discovered fire, with all this excitement)
Go ahead, Wind, blow. I’ve got flame and wool and hot tea in hand and have welcomed this slowing-down time.