I’m still in the mode of refusing to put on pants, allowing a sense of righteousness to fuel my recalcitrant tendencies, feeling moderately secure in the knowledge that it’s still legitimately summer until September 21. The back burner stress that is a result of not enough cords in the woodshed will keep me warm, a low level hum that resonates a lack of felled trees in my fall. When visiting friends, I experience what must be known as ‘wood envy’, aka a lack of bucking, upon glimpsing satisfyingly stacked and terrifically tetris’d layers of insurance against the winter to come.
Creativity is the power to connect the seemingly unconnected. -William Plomer
About the Author: Trish
Trish is an unrepentantly weird girl, who very much likes to write and fix things. Her preference is to be barefoot and laughing, given the option.
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