Fiorella and Husband walked the driveway yesterday, looking for dead trees. It's that time of year again, and they need to fill the firewood rings before it gets too cold to run around chainsawing and stacking. Last year, they used far too much boughten wood to please Fio, who likes the romance of living off the land.
Besides, we may actually have a winter again this year, with freezing temperatures and real live snow. Naw--in my dreams.