I hauled more muck today, so one of the garden plots has a fresh coating of half-rotted leaves and swamp muck. It should make a better growing surface next year, if I have a garden instead of driving west.
I also went to the main swamp, which seems to be drying up. More silt has washed into the lower parts and it’s covered in weeds. Likely in several years there won’t even be a swamp there any more. It might be an artefact of the logging anyway, since the main pools are rut from skidders.
The cabin was cooler this morning, since I’d left the door to the new part open. It’s much cooler in there at night, since it has no ceiling and the roof is a good conductor. I closed that door once it started to get warmer, and late in the day it was hot outside but quite passable inside.
I made the changes to my first novel, since I’d done some work on it last night, and then did an edit on “71 Impala”. I’m thinking of working more on that story, but I’m not in the mood this evening.
