If you’ve followed my blog for a while, you know I love spending time in the wood shop. You could say its kind of my refuge. My happy place. As my kids have gotten older, the wood shop has become a place where they like to hang out too. Evenings after work, I’ll slip away
I drove a little slower to work this morning. I watched the sunrise a little bit longer, watched how the orange light pushed the shadows across the fields. The color of the sun was vividly orange, an October sun, cutting up through a cold periwinkle sky smeared with watercolored streaks of magenta and lavender.