I might've came up with an idea for a short story for the contest.
No worries about winter, no scare of the cold. Lots of firewood in my yard.
Screaming 'Timber' as hard as I can, and what is the cost to being a lumberjack.
Lumbering time, y'all.
Preparations are needed and let's hope for the best.
Back to my ax, to the forest, back to life.
A holiday approaches and I am speeding things up before Easter.
Keeping in touch with my ancestor's bloods and roots.
Nature is so wonderful, and lumbering season begun.
The winter is coming, but I got my firewood stockpiled.