With the exception of a brief cold snap in early October it’s been a remarkably mild autumn. That ended overnight…
…and we just got back from a long morning walky in which Uncle Joel was dolled up in nearly full winter regalia. Of course it’ll be substantially warmer after sunrise but you can’t really tell. And it’s late November, so whether I like saying it or not that’s the way it has to be.
But seriously, I haven’t even fired up the woodstove yet this season.
If you don’t have to fire up the wood stove; then you don’t have to cut firewood. Which means Tobbie isn’t figuring out a way to sleep with Uncle Joel. I would count that as a blessing.
My greater fear – almost certainly reality – is that Tobie will regard a full woodbox as a cornucopia of chew toys and make a big mess.
The birds are glad you have not yet fired up the wood stove.
Well, look at the bright side, chewed logs equals nice kindling. Go with the flow and sweep it into a bin for such eventuality.