Potatoes and firewood

So. I`m writing about potatoes, again. This is my subject every autumn.
Still. It feels so good to dig them up. Shake some dirt. Revealing a treasure.
I washed some of them and put them on the kitchen table. It`s a piece of art. Almost pity to cut and fry them.

Then I had to cut the firewood. I like it too. Preparing for the cold and winther.

To hear the rhythm from the saw.

While the horses were silently eating in the background, the rest of the wood were divided by modern equipment. And everything thorough documented by my mobile phone/camera.