One of huge piles of wood chips, remains of the day. Woody remnants, if you will, of the dozens of trees felled last Autumn on the lot next door and left to fester like a boil on the skin of the earth here on the Cutoff. Oh, it’s been a long winter and I do go on. This, my friends, was the view Monday afternoon from my kitchen door; recess for the marauding herd of does and yearlings, who were playfully going up and down the hill of chips, taking turns at being king of the hill, pushing each other for top spot. Better to see the queen of kitchen, perhaps?
Really. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried.
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Did you ever play King of the Hill as a child?