The temperature and humidity are dismally closely aligned in the 80's. Fog blankets Lake Superior day and night. Every once and a while a misty cloud bank is forced up the driveway by a cool blast of lake air. The dog is panting on the cement. We wake in the morning to the sound of cicadas chirping.
We are coming up on a month of living on the property. Now officially out of our rental in town, every single one of our belongings are here in one place once again. Slowly, we are steadily building shelves and storage to make sure that everything finds a home. Amy has most of the art collection on the walls. In short life is simple and comfortable.
The chores have just begun. Beyond hauling the daily water I have begun putting up the upcoming winter's firewood supply. It's kind of ironic to be thinking about splitting firewood for the winter when the heat index is over one hundred degrees. That is, however, exactly the direction where my mind and efforts have begun to go! Last week one of our local loggers delivered three cords of birch. The logs were delivered in 16' lengths. It is now my task to buck the logs into 16" lengths, split it in half and stack to dry. This birch will be supplemented with some poplar cut around the property.
As usual, there's plenty of work to be done. However, for the time being I just going to sit at my desk, write, and listen to the cicada...
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