With so little firewood left, perhaps it’s good that winter has come to an end.
Directly behind the house is a spring that never dries up (which is good because it’s where we get our water). Year round we can step out the back and hear a reassuring gurgle. Occasionally, if there’s been enough rain, the water doesn’t just seep out at ground level behind the Masters family’s spring box, but comes out the hillside above. We’ve had enough rain that the gurgle can’t be heard for the roar of the waterfall. This photograph doesn’t do justice to the dramatic transformation.