Our neighbor is building Willow’s Cabin for us. Our version is actually nicer than the one Willow moved into, though — it’s a 16×20 dry cabin (no water or electric) — but I wanted more windows, and my husband wanted a back door. We also wanted a front porch. And a back porch that has evolved into an enclosed mudroom (perhaps future bathroom?). Oh, and I wanted kitchen cabinets.
So yes, it’s much nicer than Willow’s. And I don’t expect to have seven people living in it! Although there is room for that many, as described in my Band of Believers series.
Anyway, our neighbor/builder was coming in the other morning, and when he turned into our driveway, there was a big fat black bear! It took off when it saw him, running toward our house and the forest beyond.
My neighbor figures the bear smelled his chickens and was coming over for breakfast. I think it smelled his pigs (and eight newborn piglets). Maybe he wanted bacon and eggs.
Now when I walk through the woods to the cabin, I make lots of noise. “Hello, there, Mister Bear! I don’t want to see your hair!”
Ridiculous, I know. At least it’s not a moose. Or the cougar we had hanging around last year. Life in the woods….
Oh, yeah — my new book, New York, releases tomorrow. Enjoy!
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