|Watercolor of our cabin by Mom, aka Geraldine Bauhaus Williams.|
Luckily there has been little to report from our little corner of the forest. No, there's been no snow. In fact, there's hardly even been much winter. Maybe to make up for that, my mom gave me a painting of our cabin nestled in snow. Lovely, isn't it? She stays very busy in her art room and at the local community center, where I occasionally will model (fully clothed) for a group of painters.
|A painting of me by one of Mom's cohorts.|
|My first homegrown Meyer lemon. Yes!!|
Last week we started the Great Firewood Harvest for Winter 2017-18. We felled a 100-plus-foot oak. I should have made a video of it; it's so spectacular to see such a majestic, massive beast fall to the ground. I always weep for the tree. Mason only weeps the next day, when he can barely move after all that chainsaw work.
It looks like spring is right around the corner. The daffodils are threatening to bloom soon, and I'll be starting a bunch of seeds inside next week. I've got to get the seed potatoes ordered, and convince Mason that I need another trailer load of compost. Yes, the fever is spiking.