(And while you're at it, shiver me timbers.)

(Also known as "The Ides of March.")

I was unable to resist the pull.

I have all of the firewood I expect to need for the winter of 2026-2027.

I've passed Thoreau's "invisible boundary."

I'm havin' a ball.

The work proceeded as usual.

I'll suspend my spring cleanup campaign and turn my attention back to bringing in firewood.

It feels great.

The Mountain was refreshed. So was I.