Busy as the one armed paper hanger. Optimistic as aa rational new born. But busy.
“Tis the season. My place smells of smoke and flame.
I’ll be burning the North Line, or part if it, soon. Perhaps today. I have a short bit that hasn’t been burned off in the last six years or so and the fallen branches and dead grasses are rather thick in there. I’ll need the villages assistance though, as it is their ground to care for. I simply do not wish the fire trap to remain abutting my place any longer.
I should have done it two years ago under a different mayor. We’ll see.
‘Have complete two short stories (which is why I’ve neglected the blog, working on them). Twains “I don’t have the time.” in reference to short short story writing while writing articles and longer short stories is true.
Short stuff takes thinking.
As short as my stuff is, I’m always thinking.
From the reaches,