Wes In a Woodpile

 

I discovered a new land of mystery and intrigue today. The world of the woodpile. Sure, I’ve crept under there before, but this morning, I really came to appreciate the glory of the pile. I think that the wondrousness of the pile can be attributed to the fact that my “mothers” haven’t bucked any firewood in a while, so there are some empty gaps beneath the tarp where a cat can crawl and hide.

I crawled into one of those gaps and crouched down. The air was laced with the delicious fragrance of evergreen bark and the tarp shielded me from the chilly world outside. I sat in this warm, perfumy alcove in the pile for over an hour, musing about the simple pleasures of my life.

 

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