...I took this photo of my gorgeous husband.

It was -20 degrees outside, but the crazy hunk was determined to do his job... - and off he went, into the forest, to fell trees. I remember finding the remains of bonfires he'd made those days, when I walked in that same forest in spring. Visualising him there, sitting by the little bonfire, alone in the forest, in the arctic freezing cold, grilling a sausage, coffee in hand. And happy. Most of all, he'd be happy, and very, very pleased with himself.

"So", she thought to herself, "I've married an eccentric".