Nope. Not my garden. Not my logs. But…

…so close it’s uncanny.

My Hairy Biker neighbour with his extremely stressed life has just dropped off a pile of split, wet logs for my burner.

Out of the blue.

I had no idea.

Happy Sigh :o)

 

Just being alive
It can really hurt
And these moments given
Are a gift from time
Just let us try
To give these moments back
To those we love
To those who will survive.