You will please excuse us. There is no time for chit-chat, blogging, bus converting, baking, pumpkin recipes etc. We are in the wood gathering mode. The electric company left us many trees strewn throughout the horse’s paddock. We have been ignoring the piles of timber as we worked on the Bookmobile and entertained guests. But the first frost may come soon, and we are behind. Really behind. It is time to make wood.
P.S. My back is killing me.
P.S.S. There was a snake in the garage yesterday, small, but with a suspiciously shaped triangular head. Yeah. Like Copperhead. Yeah, I wet myself a little.