goodbye, tree

still upright...

falling...

still falling...

almost there...

DOWN!

After the tree fell, a whole bunch of branches broke off and flew up. I managed to just stare at it (hey! it looked cool!) instead of take a picture of it.

Sorry.

So, basically, whenever I'm not writing or finishing up school (which I did on Friday. Yippee!) or reading or doing whatever, I'm outside stacking wood that my dad chopped up/split, throwing all those branches into one of the hottest fires EVER, or roasting hot dogs over said fire. (<—— super-duper long sentence!) Oh, or I'm getting my little finger smashed between some logs. It's now all bloody under the fingernail, but I'll stop describing it to you, because I highly doubt you want to read about that.

And now I need to go and stack some MORE wood and throw some MORE branches into the fire that's not there yet (coals, though, will be. It was a big fire.)

♥
Bekah Joan