Pine Scent

It's amazing how piney this place smells when it has been wet for a few days. It smells of pine all year, of course, though I have grown accustomed to it and seldom notice. In the warm, dry weather it smells more of the needles, and resin. When damp, it smells of wood. It is like being inside a barrel.

I'm also amazed by how little I've gotten done lately. I mean to get busy on various projects, and something comes up to interrupt me. So, I end up watching television, because it doesn't matter if that gets interrupted. Somehow, I need to get my schedule re-arranged, before I get into the habit of getting nothing done. Bleh. Time to sleep, already. But first, one more sniff of cold, woody air.

Yikes!

Motherfreakin' SNOW!

I had to go to the store this afternoon, ending up at Albertson's (aka The Slowest Supermarket in the World) because they were sold out of what I wanted elsewhere. When I went into Albertson's, it was raining fiercely. When I came out with my three items (older, but no wiser), the ground was already white, and the flakes were swirling in the icy breeze. Now, after three hours, there is about two inches on the ground, and it's still coming down. Oh, dear! I wasn't expecting this. I hope the power stays on, because I still haven't got enough candles for the winter.

More Look at what LJ spellcheck suggested in lieu of Motherfreakin': Motherfucking, Mavericking

Is Mavericking even a word?