twin oaks

january third, twentyeighteen : photoaday : outdoors.How much wood can a wood truck haul if a wood truck..... has a wood bed?Today's subject being outdoors, well that could be any old twig or berry. But what is interesting, what has feeling?As I was leaving in the morning to take my youngest, Sam, to daycare he insisted wearing a zip up hoodie was enough. The temperatures have been below zero. But I was schooled when I told him that was a sweatshirt and not a coat -that he can call it a jacket because it has a zipper and it zips. How have I been so wrong for so many years. His perfectly red cheeks, nose and chattering teeth was my initial inspiration for an outdoors subject however we didn't have time for that.What ever would strike my interest that would be sufficient in my quest for the day.My dad! When I think outdoors I think my dad. Which somehow took me to the wood stove recently installed in our dog house/workshop/everything building.Cutting wood out past the twin oaks, being by Charlie's pond, that is where I go when I think outdoors. To the old 79 Chevy wood truck, with an actual wood bed (made as a replacement after a tree falling on the original), that is outdoors. The days of helping load, unload and stack wood. The truck backed up to the house and that piece of plywood we used for a window set aside to throw piles in the basement. The smell of a good fire, I see the face and hands of that hard working man always keeping us warm and the quality time spent doing it.That old wood stove took me back to the days of my dad endlessly cutting wood year in and year out, our home was warm. To the little girl in the basement on his lap watching the fire, having talks and occasionally getting in trouble for playing with matches.Here is my comfort, here is my memories.Take good care, Travel safe.