This is an archive of daily observations written by my friend Tom Bridwell. I am not the author, merely a facilitator for Tom, who lives at the edge of the grid. He notices a lot of things and these are his posts, written from the vantage of a ridge top in the hills of Southern Ohio.
Thursday, January 5, 2017
First Light
Just a slight breeze, but enough to set the last leaves chattering. Some left-over cornbread with maple syrup. Haul water, split wood. D calls and a deer had smashed through the patio glass and out through Gwen's window. A mess, as you might expect.
No comments:
Post a Comment