This we built with our hands

This we built with our hands

This is a massive wood crib for stacking and drying firewood.

I have two smaller versions of this at my house where I stack up green, split firewood. A friend of mine wanted one as well. This was such a fun project. I started with a pen and paper sketching what I’d built nearly 20 years ago. Then discussions about the size he wanted. I came up with the buy-list and break-down list, and took all my notes on a long car ride. The next day we headed into town and loaded up on lumber. We carried the materials to the spot, and as we considered the exact layout, he asked, “What if we just made one big crib?” Well, I agreed that was an even better idea.

The best part: Midway I said, “I love this project! I’m not doing anything except helping.”

“That’s funny,” he replied, “all I’m doing is helping you!”

Much later it struck me: That might just be the best definition of a good day’s honest labor.

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Spectacular Peony blooms

Spectacular Peony blooms

These blooms (and the greenery) were snipped by Tracy to create an entry for the American Peony Society’s annual convention. It’s WAY more complicated than I made it sound. Her hobby is hybridizing Peonies, and that means there are more than 100 tree- and herbaceous Peonies around our house. o_O

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Volume 25. Inconceivable!

Volume 25. Inconceivable!

I remember when I started journaling. It began as a way to capture memories from trips—classic trip journaling. And then I started trying to bootstrap personal changes… which requires review… which requires something to review… which requires getting in the habit of…

The other day I was starting a new journal. It’s a process of unwrapping, labeling, and making my own pen-holder for the side…

But my favorite part is copying my personal oath into the front. Every one of these volumes feels like a reminder that every day can be a fresh start.

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Simply a moment captured

Simply a moment captured

Sometimes I see a moment that’s worth capturing.

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Closer. Closer. Close enough.

Closer. Closer. Close enough.

Sometimes I spot a pollinator in a place where I can get close. Despite it being a chilly day, this guy was very active.

Closer…

Closer…

—crap, I think that’s a Yellow Jacket? (Which are mean and aggressive this time of year when good food gets scarce.) Too close. Too close!

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Just a bit of maintenance required

Just a bit of maintenance required

Astute observers notice that I take a lot of photos of not-people. There’s a lot of blog-post selection bias: I don’t generally post photos of people here because I think it’s simply a kind thing to not do that. Besides, what’s wrong with pretty pictures of not-people?

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Chrysanthemums

Chrysanthemums

Snapped during a slow meander through Longwood Gardens on our way to lunch.

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Stopped in my tracks!

Stopped in my tracks!

I was hustling from point A to point B when I rounded the corner and saw this.

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Spin Art

Spin Art

And this final one is unlike any Iris I’ve ever seen.

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Powwow

Powwow

Second of three from a recent trip to a grower who specializes in them.

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