1. Pastel yellow butterflies congregate on the mud. They dart and flutter when I pass by. An especially deep yellow one loses its way and follows me up the driveway.
2. Man's (and animal's) basic act of storing up for winter. We don't need this wood, but our instinctive nature makes us feel good that it's there, that we are somehow prepared for winter's harshest blast.
3. I finished reading Jayber Crow by Wendell Berry. I loved this story. It's the very simple telling of the quiet, private life of a small town barber. Deeply soulful and poetic, the characters are rich and unforgettable.