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
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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
Not much exciting…
OK, I had a day off last week, Sunday. I spent it picking up sopping grass patties from the yard and nodding off while Attila drove to and from the little house in the city. Here it is, the long weekend. The roads are packed with travelers coming to our neck of the woods. The… Continue reading Not much exciting…
Rare
There are rare days in life, when things seem to fall into place easily. I’ve had a few of these days, for which I’ll always be grateful. Yesterday was one of those days. After driving home from the little house in the city on Thursday, I slept soundly and deeply, Attila at my side. I… Continue reading Rare
Alone
What is striking me today is that if my mind is not engaged in an activity, I am instantly aware of being alone. The awareness of the absence of another presence is a constant, always there to greet me whenever I pause to think or relax. This is relatively new to me. I’ve either been… Continue reading Alone