Anchor Struck

Winter here is grumpily heading for the door. After a few days of semi-sunniness, a promised week of significant rain has begun. February split with its traditional tantrum:

During the dry spell, our friend Lee replaced the shroud on the chimney of the wood stove. It had a sizeable hole in it where creosote had eaten through. When he was done, I started a fire and inadvertently selected a new Pope.