Our firewood has arrived and I am now officially a firewood widow. Attila has mountains to move! Heating with wood is wonderful, there is nothing so comforting as a roaring fire on a cold white night. There is a lot of work that has to be done before that roaring fire becomes a reality. Other… Continue reading Mountains to Move
Category: Journal
personal journal
intolerable sense of disgrace
Kermit the Frog used to say “it isn’t easy being green”. Some environments are more tolerant of green folk than others, some paths more attuned to the land they traverse. There are times, in this life we lead in the bush, that I feel imprisoned by the tight social fabric around us; so much space,… Continue reading intolerable sense of disgrace
Oodles of Rain
We have had oodles of rain. Everything is green, green green. The dragonflies are everywhere at our country house. Not only are they beautiful, they eat mosquitoes and black flies. I LOVE dragonflies; and bats, because bats eat mosquitoes too. Attila is working today, I am not. No complaint from me! We have plans for… Continue reading Oodles of Rain
Brief Visit
I’ve been waiting for the dust to settle, for life to coalesce into some kind of routine, or at the very least to make a little bit of sense. It isn’t happening. Not now. Probably not anytime soon. Working full time is very interesting. I like the people I work with. I like the work.… Continue reading Brief Visit
Sunshine by Proxy
Attila and I have had a busy week. We both worked as paid labour every day, which is a necessary evil in modern life, one we are fortunate to experience only because the alternative is destitution. Attila is working today. During the winter he works only part of Saturday, but when spring arrives, bringing with… Continue reading Sunshine by Proxy