Firewood
Thousand Lake MountainA howling wind blew from the west all night; I think my house is setting crooked this morning. Any leaves left on the trees have surely found their way to Hanksville, possibly Denver by now. I cannot see Boulder Mountain, as it is covered in clouds; I know it has to be snowing hard up there. Days like this put me into deep contemplation about all the things I should be doing, but can’t.
I have yet to start a fire in the stove, because the kindling I need is buried under a pile of leaves, and most likely wet. It really isn’t that cold, it just looks like it, which is enough to make me shiver. Many of the clocks in my house show different from one another; I haven’t taken the time to reset them after the time change two weeks ago. It doesn’t really matter all that much, the only thing that really matters is when the sun comes up or goes down, and the sun is on its own schedule.
I do see horse trailers passing by on the highway; it is probably the cowboys going down to push cows’ farther out into the desert for the winter where they will mingle with the buffalo, and big bucks from the Henry Mountains. We had enough moisture this year that forage should be plentiful down there, so the cows will be happy just to hang out, and not try and meander back to the corrals where the hay is stacked.
I am beginning to feel the breeze that is finding its way through the cracks in this old house, it is time to go find some wood.
Adus
I have yet to start a fire in the stove, because the kindling I need is buried under a pile of leaves, and most likely wet. It really isn’t that cold, it just looks like it, which is enough to make me shiver. Many of the clocks in my house show different from one another; I haven’t taken the time to reset them after the time change two weeks ago. It doesn’t really matter all that much, the only thing that really matters is when the sun comes up or goes down, and the sun is on its own schedule.
I do see horse trailers passing by on the highway; it is probably the cowboys going down to push cows’ farther out into the desert for the winter where they will mingle with the buffalo, and big bucks from the Henry Mountains. We had enough moisture this year that forage should be plentiful down there, so the cows will be happy just to hang out, and not try and meander back to the corrals where the hay is stacked.
I am beginning to feel the breeze that is finding its way through the cracks in this old house, it is time to go find some wood.
Adus
posted by Poecat at 7:44 AM
2 Comments:
This photo makes me homesick. I wrote a story once that was called, 'Let's Start a Fire'. It was about getting drunk and burning up the coffee table in my living room, even though it wasn't cold. I burned up a lot of history there, and the fire department didn't appreciate it.
I love blogs that take me back to living in the country. I got some on my blog list, a country gal with country tales down in Texas always writing about cows, bulls, and blue bonnets. Her blog gets me out of the city and back home to a place I used to live just over the mountain from you. I feel right at home reading your blog.
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