Wow, it's been a while since I was last in this thread. Today I got a load of firewood from a farmer who lives nearby. I'm loading it into my woodshed, it is a lovely evening up here. The crickets are chirping and the wind plays a soothing tune in the canopy. A single bird is calling out in the distance and the solitude is magnificent. I'm enjoying some smooth bayou morning in a ropp etudiant.