Posthenge

So all the posts are set snug and (hopefully) square. Getting those 16 ft. ridge posts up was a real bitch, but we've really gotten into our groove as far as working together.



Saturday, after setting the posts, Fuzzy and I went to a party at a nearby farm. It was fabulous, from the setting to the food to the Jim Beam. I remember lying on the ground if front of the bonfire, listening to our friends being crazy and hilarious, looking up at the stars and bright embers floating across my field of vision. I don't know if it was the liquor or the beer or the smell of raked hay, but I was intensely, chest-achingly happy.
I'm a lucky girl.