This tree has been killed and processed, the better to serve as the flooring (deck) of my treehouse. Also, I bought some wood to frame out a new “foundation” for my storage tent, since it got unmounted by high winds last week.
I hooked up the heavy-duty trailer, and Art and I drove into town on a special trip so I could spend some of my hard-earned gift-store salary on materials for my treehouse project. It was a lot of work, and harder to drive the potholey road with a loaded trailer.
[daily log: walking, 3.5km]
Day: January 22, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1636 “Wariness”
ㅁ The stellar jay hopped. There on a branch, watching me. Distrustful creature.
– a pseudo-haiku.