Summer fruit, winter fuel

This signals the transformation of the peculiar and once purposeless wooden structure at the bottom of the garden.

We inherited this pointless thing, built only to hide the place where the previous owners had chopped an old tree down. I grew a vine over it to hide it. In late summer these days we get hundreds of bunches of grapes.

In winter time, the vine leaves swept away, it has become the woodstore that keeps us warm throught the cold months.

Today we stacked the last of the wood. Winter blasts, we defy you!