Good to be alive

The wind over the last few days has been something. This morning when we walked, we saw a limb as big as my leg that had fallen next to the barn.
Apparently, it was a dead limb just waiting for a stiff wind to make its exit. I'm glad it didn't fall on the

barn because it would have knocked a hole big enough to toss a pig through.
I needed some dry wood for the fire pit so this afternoon when Jilda went to work, I grabbed the chainsaw, cut the limb into short lengths and hauled it back to the house in the wheelbarrow.
The sun was out, and the wind out of the north wasn't too bad, but it was cool enough to make a fire in the pit sound good.
The dry hickory burned slowly and the soft crackling sound almost hypnotized me. I stepped inside and fetched my laptop.
I sat for a long time and did some writing by the fire.
After a while, I heard a giggling sound come around the side of the house.
My five year old great nephew Jordan came over with his mom to see what we were doing.
He helped me stack wood for a while before grabbing the tennis ball and playing fetch with Caillou, and his dog Lady. They had a large time and I had a great time just watching them play.
It felt good to be alive.