The Cabbages

Max and I are staying with an adorable young family about fourty minutes outside Bolson in a nothing of a locality named Los Repollos.  They have a beautiful six-month-old baby boy but no firewood cut to heat their house this winter.  It's nice to be in a situation where our services are obviously and actually required; Marcello has to go to town almost every day and just cannot possibly accumulate the firewood that Daniella and baby Uriel need.  It's also nice to be outside of the city again, working in the woods with an axe; This is what I'm used to doing in June anyways.  The other day I hung a neighbor's axe on a native handle that I cut myself; I think it's going to hold but if not, I'll do it again.  We have all the time in the world.