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Good morning, You know, The older I get, the more I see that time is not a fire we feed, but a fire that consumes us.

Well it’s looking like another really nice day for us here in cottage country. The sun is up and the sky... well… the sky is as blue as Robbins Egg. It’s the kind of day that seems to say: “Best enjoy that front porch while you can.” And that is just what my wife and I plan on doing.

Highway 522 has really quieted down lately, with most folks heading back to the cities. In the summer, we’re a welcome treat, but come early spring, late fall and winter, well, let’s just say this place is best appreciated by those who truly know the lifestyle. I’ve also noticed many people are putting their boats away for the season, and some of our summer birds have already left us for another year. On top of that, the trees are starting to show their colors, getting ready for a display that only Mother Nature can create. She’s quite the artist when she wants to be, much like my lovely wife, whose paintings are every bit as beautiful. I can’t begin to tell ya how many she has painted for folks over the years.

On another note: Yesterday, I spent most of the day at my computer working on a couple of stories for my newspaper columns. My wife, as usual, was busy as ever—doing the laundry for another week, cleaning the house, cooking a nice roast of beef, and somehow still managing to bake a batch of chocolate brownies. I have to say, just smelling them while they were baking made my mouth water. But despite all that we had to do, we both managed to find some time to enjoy our front porch, soaking up some much-needed sunshine and taking in everything our property has to offer.

So, what are you up to today, GW?

Well, today I’m going to do something special that I’d like to share with you. About 20 years ago or so, when we first moved here, the former owner, George Lee, made an old wooden rocking horse for his Grand-kids to ride. Ever since we’ve been here, it’s been sitting out back on the rocks that surround our property. Over the years, it’s really started to deteriorate. Seeing that, and thinking of all the memories it holds—and being a woodworker for many years myself—I figured I’d try to bring some of its original glory back to life.

It’ll be quite a job, as it’s in rough shape, which isn’t surprising for something that’s probably over 80 years old, maybe more. In any case, I’ll see what I can do. When all is said and done, I’ll take some before-and-after pictures so you can have a look. So, that’s what’s on my plate for today.

So with that, I’m off to have my morning bowl of porridge—steel-cut oats soaked overnight—and then I’ll head out to our front porch to enjoy a cup of hot cocoa. You can’t beat that for starting off the day.

Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive. GW