A Little Bull

This little red bull was too busy munching the hay that was spread on the ground to notice the grandeur behind him. The blue sky was just a narrow strip above the mountains. The heavy clouds soon lowered to the treetops.

It has been so cold that I used my sawn wood faster than I anticipated. Nothing for it but to get out the chainsaw and cut some more. As I worked a murky grey fog was creeping up from the south-east. When it arrived I had to stop to put away the electric cord and saw, and bring in the washing.