It's the season of roadlessness right now. Melting snow feeds a lake between the drifts that the plows made during the winter, and it goes nowhere, because the ground is still frozen. Down at the woodpile I can see three fairly substantial chunks I never got around to last fall. The idea that I can use them in nearly full section with the 3000 is exciting, though I wish my pin chuck had already arrived. I'll go up to the feed mill this morning and get some chicken grit for the bottom of the stand, perhaps put the drawers in this weekend while waiting. The wood will be there, soaking wet, hunkering down amid the snow snakes. Better get fresh fuel for the Stihl, too.
Yes, I know I should get the blade on the tractor and work the driveway, and there's more than snow snakes showing up as the last couple of feet melt back, and that's a day with wagon and shovel, but I _opened a window_ for the first time in months this morning, because it's 42 degrees out there.
Then I heard the cranes.
It's spring, and life's starting over again.