I've been eyeing up this pile of logs for weeks. Is that something I should be saying out loud? I think perhaps I am torn between my belief that it could be telling me to go get a wood burning stove, or is it that it takes me to a room filled with the smell of pine needles and a christmas tree all aglow?

The sun caught them as it was setting and the glow from them was intensified. They would make perfect Jenga logs, or you could roll them into a puddle and pretend to be floating along on them. Sadly they didn't smell of pine as I had expected, but the textures are beautiful. Simple things make me smile.