For the past 4 Saturdays we have been bringing home mill ends for fire wood for the winter. It is very unglamorous work so I won't put you through an unending yawning marathon by showing you large piles of wood and people stacking it into their vehicles.
I thought I would share one end of the loop of Melbourne Road with you. When I was a little girl my mom would bring us down this road to visit Lewis & Carol who lived in this house then. I still feel like that little girl entering a peaceful place that is hidden away.
As I turn off of the highway onto Melbourne there is a quieting that I feel...the world slows down. My first instinct is to roll down the window and I sigh... Yes, really.