Not As They Appear

Right off from the start, I knew that Rory and I would not be friends. If the bluff macho sort of way he related to everything was not enough, it was his referring to me as beanpole in a semi-sarcastic tone of voice. when I told him to stop calling me that, he just smiled and said, " sure…beanpole!"


We are late in starting the Annual Festival of Wood. Here it is the first full day of Autumn, and all I've done is shift a fifth of a cord of ash closer to the side porch for easy access during winter storms.