Mild retreat


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…

7 thoughts on “Mild retreat

    • The time in between. Betwitx and between. The magic hour, perchance? The magic days. This is season of blossoming, not on the hillside flowers, but in the pastures deep within our soul.

  1. As I sit in my office, door wide open to air the house, I take comfort in the view of a full wood shed, too. Though I’m certainly enjoying the mild temperatures, I puzzle over Duc le Chat’s very full winter coat. He did the same thing last year and the winter turned into one needing only half my wood pile.

    Perhaps it’s all in the mind and memory of our beloved creatures – rather than some mystical knowing I’ve always believed!

  2. You live in a wonderful winter place. The seasonal ritual of preparation and the changing of the landscape around you must be fulfilling as you wake every day.

    • Thanks, Alien… Thanks for touching base here. Yes, there is a remarkable sense of fulfillment in life, in the natural world around you, and deep within oneself here. And yet, stay tuned, for I’m leaving our winter solace and off on an adventure later this season. I wonder at times if it will put me out of balance, being so completed by the long, hard winters here, the time to withdraw and look within…

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