Terry and I are still working on the five cords of rounds and ends we had delivered to our place.  We would have gone and got our own but this year it just wasn’t going to work out.

Gradually we have everything sorted and hauled.

We just have a few more piles to cut then we are completely set for the winter. (We hope).  If a killing frost comes early and Indian Summer/Fall is short we just might need more come next spring.  Only time will tell.

Every day we work on this giant ends dwindling the size to a manageable firebox length.

As for now it looks pretty good.

Rain played along the top of the Uncompahgre (Un-come-pah-gray — with the accent on the ‘pah’, which means (take your pick) ‘rock made red by water’, ‘rocks that make red water’, or just plain ‘dirty water’.) Plateau all last evening.

Since time is flying by I thought I would start the daily Four O’Clock view.  I don’t know why I let it slip but I did.

Your friend in western Colorado, Linda