In physiological time, that translates to "Not a moment too soon".
We have spent some time this winter worrying about the outcome of things largely beyond our control, so any release from that condition is a welcome distraction, however short.
Loose ends are being gathered, provisions are in the process of being lardered, and boughs are being laid upon the fire in anticipation of our upcoming journey. With the process comes the fearless inventory of supplies...
Somethin' tells us we're gonna need a few more.
3 comments:
G- Sick looking bugs, get ahold of me if you're out in Forks this winter.
god....I want to go where you're going
very nice, those are fishy! I would love a recipe...nudge nudge!
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