Bring it on
Ready for winter. The wood shed is packed full. Ten cord of beetle killed spruce, split and stacked and ready to burn.
I have confession to make. In the form of a hydraulic wood splitter. Gone for me are the days of wedge and maul. Cheating? At times I think so. Power tools. Machines. Something ten years ago I (foolishly?) would have said I never needed. I may not need it now (at least, I certainly am not going to admit that) but I do like it. Makes the job go faster with much less effort. Hard to complain about that. Though the Mountain Mama in me isn’t always so convinced. The draw towards traditional is bent out of shape by the noise of motors, moving parts, bells and whistles. This still seems a bit wrong to me. But my ditch digging shoulders love it, and the job is done, so what can one really complain about?
The hay shed too is filled. Stacked with small bales piled ten high to get us through the worst of winters. The horses have already bushed out with their longer winter coats. The smallest of them, my little Arabian, Flying Crow, started his early this year. I think by the end of August. Taking no chances. Being “hot” here only lasts so long. And that’s not very long at all. Cold is a far more common state of being. He’s been here long enough to know. By now even memories of his barn and stable in the lower ground are long gone, I’m sure. He’s a true mountain horse now.
Next we’ll fill the pantry and freezers, though I’m guessing we won’t need three hundred pounds of flour this year. Forrest will only be joining us for Christmas break, so the cookie jar will empty at a much slower rate, and freshly baked bread will last us an extra day or so.
Yes, I’m ready, thought nothing but sun and mild temperatures are in the forecast.
Will I complain about that?
I think not… What I will do is lace up my hikers, or saddle up my horse and enjoy…