Earlier, I committed to cutting 12 truck loads. I met my commitment: Load 12 is pictured above. I almost feel like I should have earned a bit of doggerel: "You cut a dozen loads and what do you know? A couple of girls warm by the glow." At any rate, this is what the pile looks like.
Actually, this is what the pile looks like after an early blizzard struck this week. There should be a verse about that: "St. Peter won't you call me, I'm ready to go. I can die happy in this pile of snow."
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