With the end of November comes several days of perpetual gloom here on the farm. As the cold begins to creep into our bones, I’ve begun my yearly pilgrimage of bringing dried firewood from the barn to the house. It’s a another peaceful ritual I hated as a kid, but enjoy as an adult.
Read MoreI’ve turned my last sketchbook into a 47 page PDF jam packed with robots, watercolors, and plans on how to build the best pepperoni pizza.
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