Merry Much Happens

4018.715 - 4068.968 Catherine Nicolai

There would be no snowfall tonight, and there was only the faintest bit of wind stirring the treetops. When I'd had that last sip of cider from my cup, I closed up my thermos and started the tractor to finish the loop back to the shop. Just as I came over the slight rise near the Nordman firs, I spotted a tree cut and left behind near the trail. I clicked my tongue and shook my head.