Morning fog

The fog lay thick in all of the usual places and this was the view from our deck on Friday morning. Our house sits on a high point and frequently we can have sunny skies while the river valley below is socked in. In this view from our deck, we're about halfway between socked in and clear.

The view from our deck to the neighbors' property on Friday morning.

We're heading into a warm spell into next week. We had spells of high wind with rain squalls over night. Lovely.

By the way, the answer to yesterday's question is: Notre Dame Cathedral at Rouen, Normandy. :) 

Any guesses?

I know the answer.

No fair using software!

 Answer: Cathédrale de Notre Dame, Rouen, Normandie.

Exploring

We haven't been back to the piney woods since I took this photo a week ago. I'm not sure nothing's changed. I heard some sounds that could have been chainsaws over the past few days. Like I said, I don't want to be out there with Tasha if there's a crew working. She gets excited.

Tasha explores one of the places were trees were cut.

 

Keeping track

I'm just guessing here, but I think this might be some sort of system to estimate how much wood is piled up and/or a way to see if someone is taking logs without authorization. Whatever it is, it's colorful.

Piled and marked.

We're having single digit (Celsius) weather right now. Nothing below freezing, though. And light rain showers continue to move through. Ah, winter.

Tasha Tuesday

Tasha on Thanksgiving Day, 2025.

What's left

This is what's left of the piney woods. It's mostly the piney part. Most everything around the pines has been cut. That'll make it easy to walk into, when the time comes. I"ll be waiting until I know we won't be in the way of the lumberjacks.

This is the neater, and smaller, of the two wood piles. The heart of the piney woods is in the background.

I"m out to an early morning appointment up near Blois. The temperature is low, but it's not quite down to freezing. 

Danger!

The funny thing is that you have to get up close to read the notice. Which says, "Danger, Risque de chute. Ne pas monter sur les piles de bois," and translates to, "Danger. Risk of falling. Do not climb on the woodpiles."

The notice stapled to the big log pile I posted yesterday. I wasn't tempted to climb.

Yesterday was our third pair of meals from the Thanksgiving roast of lamb. Ken transformed it into an Asian style stir-fry. Yum! I think that's the end of it now.