lying in the woods. Maybe someday, someone will finally split these.
“Every man looks upon his wood pile with a sort of affection.” Henry Thoreau
old, sawn rounds…
lying in the woods. Maybe someday, someone will finally split these.
“Every man looks upon his wood pile with a sort of affection.” Henry Thoreau
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I love the colours.
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Thank you Rupali…not sure the name of that fire red weed, but very colorful…
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