We're not a bad team, Everett and I, as long as we do things in the right order and each to his own strengths. If I throw the wood through the door, and he stacks it, it works well. He is a meticulous stacker, and I even have time to sit and sip my hot tea while he catches up. If it was the other way around, I'd be standing inside, tapping my toes, waiting for him to get more wood in for me to stack, because I move at twice—maybe three times— his speed, and he'd never keep up with me.

Blue jays are rare in this yard— at least, I don't recall ever seeing one— so I was pretty thrilled to discover a pair of them at the feeders this week. Everett got this photo through the window and they were back again today. Maybe they'll stay the winter.

It's the time of year again for stacking wood inside one of the outbuildings at Golden Grain Farm. We use these five-gallon pails to bring it home; it's good to have a fire again in the evenings, though I've kept it going all day several times in the past week. There was frost on the grass till 5 o'clock tonight. Brrr. But still no snow.